If any of you read the Mentalist fanfics, you'll know that I am still in the middle of writing one. This popped up when I started watching Haven towards the end of season 3 – and hasn't let me go. I will get back to Red Angels Cry but first…

Btw, I very much appreciate reviews as it helps let me know whether I should keep writing or not. :)

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It was 2 pm in the afternoon when a sporty BMW coupe barreled down a single lane along the Maine coastline.

Its driver wore large "bug-eye" Tiffany sunglasses and an Hermes scarf wrapped tightly around her head, which flowed behind her as she drove with one hand gripped on the wheel and another gripping a cell phone held to her ear.

"Really, Lou?" she was saying, in a pissed off tone. "I've been driving this never-ending road for hours and each minute is taking me closer to No Man's Land. What gives?" she paused to swerve around a large pothole without slowing down. "I give you 2 years of my life to go to Paris and I know, it's Paris but I boosted readership for you, like, 20 times with my travelogue and this is what I get? Really?"

The phone on the other end beeped and a soothing female voice that sounded aggravating to its listener said, "You have reached the maximum message time. To leave this message, press 1. To re-record your message press 2 –."

The woman's voice was cut off as the woman in the BMW pressed the red phone symbol and then threw the device to her side in frustration, watching it in the split-second that it bounced off the leather seat beside her and flopped onto the mat in front. When she looked up, she suddenly saw a large crack splitting the ground ahead of her. Her mind whirled, registering the danger ahead. With a gasp, she swerved to her right.

In that moment, her mind registered that if anyone asked what she was thinking in the seconds that followed, she would have described "numb horror." When she swerved her silver coupe and slammed on the brakes, it went off the road and slid across the gravel into the drop beside the road. All she could do was grip the wheel with both hands tightly and continue pushing down on the brakes while the car continued downwards gathering branches and leaves in the windshield. When a branch came towards her head-on, she threw herself across the passenger seat, closed her eyes and prayed that whatever happened next wouldn't hurt too much.