"I don't know," Johnny said, holding up the biophone. Starting over he said, "How do I call this in?"

Roy paused as he cleaned up the dried blood from their patient's face. "Uhh," he drawled as he thought, also drawing a blank. "Just uh, start from the beginning I guess," he finally answered with a shrug.

"Right," Johnny squared his shoulders, "Rampart, this is Squad 51," he confidently started. When they responded, "We have a fifty year old male who was driving a semi truck," Roy caught Johnny making a 'What do I do now face?' as his confidence flagged. The younger paramedic added, "Bear with me Rampart, this is an odd one."

Several Hours Earlier

"Station 51, respond to the MVA involving two semis, eastbound on Alameda Highway between exit 15 and 16, time out "0030."

There were groans as the six men of station 51 climbed out of their bunks they had just settled in.

"KMG 365," came the sleep slurred voice from Captain Stanley. He sluggishly pressed the button for the bay door, then shook himself as he grabbed his turnout coat from the side mirror. Shrugging his coat on, he woke up. That was not the case for everyone.

"They said west bound?" Johnny asked as he yawned loudly.

"No."

"Between fifteen and sixteen?"

"Yes."

Shaking his head, John tried to wake up. "I wonder who called it in?" he asked. Roy grunted non committedly, he didn't really care. "'Cause no one else is on the roads right now," Johnny continued, not dissuaded by Roy, looking at the thankfully empty highway. Blurs of light caught Johnny's attention, "Hazard lights up ahead on the overpass," Johnny warned as he pointed. Roy pulled up alongside two semi trucks. One had jackknifed, blocking the two right lanes of traffic, while the other truck was - Roy and Johnny did a double take. Johnny blinked, making sure he was awake and seeing what he thought he was seeing, "Roy…?"

"I see it too," Roy confirmed.

The second semi truck still had its wheels, chassis, and load, but the front cab was completely missing. Gone.

"Station 51 on scene," Hank's voice stirred them to action, "Send me another engine for manpower, we have two semis, but one cab is missing off the chassis." LA, surprisingly, didn't ask for a repeat of the strange traffic.

Roy and Johnny slid their own turnout coats on, wearing them on the highway scene as it had reflective material. They trusted Mike to park Big Red in a position where they were safe from oncoming traffic, but they took no risk. They spotted a man sitting in the driver's seat of the fully assembled semi, so they climbed up and knocked on the door.

He turned to them after a jump and hastily rolled down the window. "I didn't think that was possible," he said with a wide eyed look.

"What happened sir? Are you alright?" Johnny asked back-to-back.

"I didn't mean to, really," he told them.

"Are you okay?" Roy questioned this time.

"Not a scratch, but I don't know where the other guy landed," the driver said shakily, looking back at the cab-less truck.

"What other guy? What happened?" Johnny tried again.

"I was just trying to merge, then hydroplaned on the bridge from all the rain yesterday." Roy and Johnny nodded, they had unfortunately worked through the rain, which is why they hadn't slept yet. "I hit the other truck, jack knifed myself, and sent him… flying. I didn't know it could do that."

"DeSoto, Gage!" came Hank's voice.

"You sure you're okay?" Roy questioned before they left. The driver nodded, "Someone will be over in a minute, stay put okay?" Roy ordered before the two retreated.

"Hey Roy," Johnny said, tugging on Roy's coat sleeve as they jogged over to Captain Stanley, "Where do you think the truck cab went?" he asked, looking over his shoulder as if it would just appear.

"Seems to be the question of the hour," Roy replied, concerned about the answer.

"We found it," Hank said grimly when they reached him. "I didn't even know it could detach like that," Hank unknowingly echoed the driver. He shook himself and pointed down, under the overpass they were currently on.

Squinting at the distance, "Are those tents down there Cap?" Gage asked with fear in his voice. He knew there was a homeless camp in the area, guess they knew exactly where now.

"Sure are pal," Stanley said, "I've already called for a second squad."

"We'll get the ropes I guess," Gage said, with disbelief and fear in his voice.

Johnny reached the bottom, underneath the highway. He waved to show he was down, then pulled out his radio to make a verbal update. When he finally got his first clear look, his voice caught in his throat. Clearing it, he voiced what he saw. When that was done, he finally gave himself a second, "What the…" he trailed off. What greeted him, amidst a collection of tents making up a tent city, was the entire front of the semi truck, enclosed cab, engine, and all, smoking slightly under the dented hood. The windshield was cracked, the airbag deployed, and the driver door opened.

"Oh good, we was worried no one was gonna find him since there's no real road down here," a voice said, emerging from the shadows. John jumped, not expecting walking and talking people, but carnage. "Sorry man," he hastily apologized, "We're the ones who called."

Johnny nodded, pleasantly surprised to find someone alive. Collecting himself, he asked, "What happened?"

"I dunno man, I was sitting in my tent, smoking some weed, then heard this awful screech a' tires, which is nothing odd, we sleep out here below a highway ya know?" the man needlessly explained. Johnny nodded again, slightly impatiently this time, "Oh right, sorry, anyway, we all heard the crash and came out, and I'll be damned if a truck cab is staring me in the face, my tent is here see?" the homeless man pointed at a tent that faced the truck directly. "Anyways, we all came out," as he talked, more people emerged from tents and shadows, "And, would you believe it, there's still a guy in the driver's seat? I said, 'Well, let's help the fellow out,' so we all got him out. He's sitting around the corner," he pointed around the corner of a tent.

"Anyone hurt?" Gage asked as they directed him the short way.

"Oh yeah, his face is messed up," the seeming spokesperson for the group said.

"Other than him," John successfully refrained an eye roll, "Cab land on any tents or anything?" Johnny apprehensively asked.

"Nah, Dorothy over here avoiding dropping his truck on any of us, you won't see any feet!"

John couldn't help it, he chuckled. The situation was too outlandish not to. After radioing an update, "My partner is coming down from the bridge, tell him what you told me," he ordered, regaining his professionalism. Once the man had led Gage to the driver/pilot, he all but ran back. John looked at his patient, now they had finally found him. He huffed disbelievingly at the whole series of events. The presumed driver was lounging on a partially broken lawn chair, looking rather dazed, while a younger woman dabbed at his bleeding face with a rag. "Hey there," he said, getting their attention. The woman looked up and backed away, her job now done. "Thanks," John said to her before turning his attention to the driver. "What happened?" John asked, trying to determine whether the driver was dazed because of his once in a lifetime situation or a head injury.

"I've always wanted to learn how to fly," the unfocused driver said, "But not like that."

John suppressed his chuckle, "Quite a flight huh?" the driver nodded. "Any pain here?" John asked while he pressed on the man's neck and back. The driver nodded his head. "What's your name?" John asked while checking his pupils. He was probably concussed and in shock, both pupils were sluggish.

"Todd."

"Todd, I'm Johnny, ya' hurting anywhere, other than your neck?" Johnny quickly went through his assessment and compiled his findings, ready for when Roy made his way down with the equipment.

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"Bear with me Rampart, this is an odd one." Johnny Gage's voice said from the biophone.

"Aren't they all?' Dixie said with a smirk to Doctor Brackett. Kel's face twitched, betraying his amused thoughts.

"The patient is a fifty year old man, who was initially involved in a MVA on a highway overpass," they heard Gage start over.

"It's always good when Johnny has to start over," Dix muttered.

Kel furrowed his forehead at the word 'Initially'.

"He was driving a semi truck when he was side swiped by another semi. The force of the contact was enough to dislodge the cab of his truck, then launch him off the overpass, falling fifty feet before landing upright in a homeless camp."

The mic clicked off, while the nurse and doctor attempted to produce an image in their head that matched the description Johnny gave. "I'm sorry 51, could you repeat?" Dix finally found her voice. When the story came back the same, less hesitant this time, they got to business.

"Patient denied loss of consciousness, stating he remembers the entire event-"

"I would too," Dixie butt in with a smirk, causing Kel to huff.

"-But did hit his head on the steering wheel on initial contact, as the airbags only deployed on landing. There's a contusion and laceration we've already bandaged up."

When patient instructions were relayed and the link temporarily closed as the capable hands of station 51 lifted the patient back up to the road, Dixie blinked and said, "I never thought I'd hear airbags only went off when the car landed from flying."

Kel smiled, "We couldn't possibly make this up if we wanted to, Dix."

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"I couldn't believe it Roy," Johnny immediately started when Roy walked up to the counter at Rampart, "I got down there and I saw the truck cab, just sitting in between the tents like it was strategically placed there, which was just straight up bizarre. Then some high homeless dude emerges from the shadows, scared the living daylight outta me," Roy smirked at this image, "Said he heard the crash and opened his tent to find a truck! Told me they're the ones who called us in the first place. Can you imagine minding your own business, hearing a crash, then opening a door to stare at a truck! You're fifty feet down from the highway, fifty feet!" By this time, Dixie and Doctor Brackett joined the two paramedics at the desk, eager to hear the whole story and not just the patient care portion. Johnny happily started over. When he had caught them up, "Anyway, when I finally got to the driver, he was draped in a lawn chair while some lady dabbed his forehead. He had the ride of his life. I can promise you that!"

Roy laughed, Johnny was right, this was definitely the strangest accident either of them had been on. He couldn't imagine it from any perspective. From being the other driver and watching the cab of the truck you accidentally hit, fly away; to the homeless person finding a truck landed in front yard; or the driver who was hit, feel his cab launch itself from the chassis, something you'd imagine is at least bolted together, to fly right off the bridge and landing amongst a tent city.

"The first thing he said to me was," Johnny continued, "He's always wanted to learn to fly! I almost laughed right there."

"If he takes lessons, he can jot down 'experience flying non-aerial vehicles'," Roy deadpanned, causing the paramedic's audience to laugh.

"When I asked if the truck landed on anyone down there, the homeless dude called the driver Dorothy! It's almost that scene straight outta Wizard of Oz." There were fits of laughter from everyone.

When everyone was past the initial amusement, "You know," Dixie said, "It's really lucky it didn't hit anyone."

Roy nodded, "It was pretty grim until you gave the all clear Johnny, I even got a third squad on the way."

"It did look pretty bad from above," Johnny admitted. "The homeless guy said he landed on the only free real estate, it's a miracle he didn't land on anything."

"Nope," Roy said with a mischievous look in his eye, "Not a miracle."

"Well how do ya' figure that Roy?" Johnny asked.

"He was flying that thing."