Disclaimer- Don't own it. Seeing the light. Helen Cutter forced her eyes to open. She couldn't remember where she was, what had happened. The world was hazy- too much smoke and darkness and pain. Pain. Oh god the pain. How had she not noticed before? Her head felt like it was screaming at her- sharp, punishing screeches that could cripple her at any second. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel how her body was twisted. It was as though she had tried to curl into a ball before impact. Impact. She had crashed the car. She was covered in glass, from her window. In some places she could feel it digging into her skin, Helen tried to move but her body wouldn't let her. The only thing she could do was to move her neck slightly forward, but in doing this a salty liquid ran into her eye, making it sting. The sudden panic this caused gave her enough motivation to move, and she tried desperately to wipe the liquid from her eyes. Her clean hand reached out in front of her, fumbling until it curled round a cylindrical control, which she pulled down. Her headlights came on, blinding her for a moment, and causing her head to throb even more- when she could see again, she looked down to find that the liquid she had wiped from her eyes was her own blood. She needed to get out of there. She wiped the blood onto her shirt and fumbled around for the seat belt. When she was free, she breathed deeply, then yanked her right leg out from the mangled front of the car. Helen screamed. She was fairly sure she had crushed her ankle on the way out. Trying the door handle she was unsurprised to find it locked, this situation was just getting worse and worse. Why did she do it? That deep dark corner of her mind that wanted this, why did it want it? It wasn't fun, it wasn't freeing, it was terrifying. She lifted her left knee to her chest and braced her body before beginning to kick the remaining glass from her window. When she was done she used her arms to pull herself through the hole on her front. There was glass digging into her, she could feel it scrape at her stomach and jam into her flesh. All she could do was shut her eyes and grit her teeth, praying for it to be over soon. Then she was out. In the distance she could see a light, but her vision was too blurred to make it out. Limping heavily, she made her way towards it, calling for help. The light was getting bigger, flickering, she moved through it, then it was day. It was day and she was looking at the leg of... Helen honestly didn't know. She looked up, and up, and... WOOLEY MAMMOTH? The shock made her switch her weight to her bad leg and she stumbled backwards, falling. She was sitting in the mud in her own time, breathing heavily, eyes wide. Leaning forward, she looked through into this other world, it was a completely different time. The mammoth was gone, it was being chased by... Neanderthals. She didn't want to believe it but that was all they good be. The slanting forehead, stooped form... Her mind went into overdrive and she pulled herself back to her own time. The light flickered a few more times then was gone. She stood up, blinking. For a few seconds she stumbled backwards, then pulled out her mobile. "Nick! Nick I was coming home early and I don't know what happened but I swerved and... I think I've got concussion... Also I can't walk on my ankle... Please I can't see properly I think I've still got some blood in my eye... Not far from the university. Please come?" He would. When he got there she was sitting on the floor by her car, staring into the distance. He pulled over quickly and ran to her. Crouching down beside her he pulled her into his arms, stopping when she yelled. Releasing her slowly he saw the jagged shard of glass wedged into her stomach. She looked down, seeing it too, then she did something he never expected her to do. He was so unprepared for it he didn't even think to stop her. She reached down with both hands, one holding the flesh around the spike, the other wrapping her sleeve around the glass itself. With one sharp tug, she removed the shard from her abdomen. Tossing it aside, she let Nick envelope her in his arms. They stayed there like that for a long time, Helen mumbling two words that she couldn't seem to help. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeated these two words until the ambulance came. Nick never even knew what she was sorry for.