Just about to cross the border from Wisconsin into Minnesota, Wiley's psychic mojo blasted a rousing chorus of DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER! into his brain pan.
The shockwave surged through him, and his hands jerked on the steering wheel, sending him veering into the next lane, his truck almost ending up under the wheels of a massive tractor trailer.
Swerving to avoid him, the truck's horn blared an angry promise to kick his ass and then disappeared down the highway.
Wiley pulled over onto the shoulder of the highway, cut the engine and slumped over the wheel, struggling for breath.
