As he drove into work, Vic hunched over the steering wheel of his car, concentrating on the messy road before him. Because of the wintry weather, the streets seemed crowded with vehicles, none of which were able to maintain speeds over twenty-five miles per hour. Every single person had to get out in this mess, Vic mused as he navigated through the traffic. The stores were probably empty now, everyone rushing out to grab up the last of the bread and milk on the shelves. Vic mentally growled at other drivers to get out of his way, and kept his foot on the clutch, afraid to ease up lest his car stall and leave him stranded. The snow and ice crunched beneath his tires, making it treacherous to brake or accelerate. Vic’s foul mood only deepened as he inched across the James River Bridge, alter
