Author's Note: Here's the next chapter… and as you will see it has nothing to do with anyone in Beverly Hills… I thought that the best way to really get at the severity of what happened that I needed to go in depth at how the people on the bridge felt… being as I knew a few of the people involved I asked them what was going through their minds and I incorporated that into the chapter. Then I added how I felt during a few accidents I have been involved in and put it all together. The next chapter will have a mixture of everyone… so let me know what you think of this chapter… I can add things if something isn't 100 percent clear. Oh and my great aunt called yesterday and let us know that they are fine.

August 1, 2007… 5:45PM

Bobby and Lindsey had just dropped off their five year old son, Logan, at his Aunt's house so that he could spend the next few days with his cousin. After all, how much fun was a five year old going to have with a bunch of adults anyway? Lindsey had run late at work otherwise they would have been on the road about an hour ago, but things were the way they were, and that meant that they were going to be stuck in rush hour traffic.

"Do you think Logan will be okay at Tara's?" Lindsey asked Bobby.

"Why wouldn't he be? He loves spending time with Michael and he loves your sister." Bobby said as the car turned onto Washington Avenue, just in time to get stuck in a line leading to interstate 35W.

"I hope your right…" Lindsey said before realizing that they had moved maybe ten feet in the past five minutes. "I hate traffic!" She said as she turned the radio on.

"Well if someone hadn't been running late we would be there already." Bobby said not really trying to start an argument, but that was exactly what was happening.

"I'm sorry that Mr. Erickson needed someone to cover for him in detention. What was I supposed to do?" Lindsey asked over the sounds of the evening traffic report.

"Nothing, you had to do what you had to do… you just shouldn't be complaining about being stuck in rush hour traffic because you were the one who was late… not me." Bobby said turning to look out the window.

Lindsey drove by the bank and glanced at the temperature outside before she drove onto the entrance ramp to 35W. The board said that it was ninety-two outside, which wouldn't have been so bad if the heat index wasn't above one hundred and the humidity wasn't at eighty percent. It was hot outside and that was that… Lindsey moved to crank the air conditioner higher so that the car would cool down faster.

6:05PM

Traffic seemed to be moving a little faster as Lindsey pulled the car onto the interstate and followed the rest of the cars onto the Bridge. Bobby looked over at the construction crew that was working in the left two lanes… one of the reasons the traffic was so thick in that area. The rest of the road seemed to be clearing as the vehicles were moving faster out of the cities.

"Come on people its just construction, it's not that interesting!" Lindsey yelled at the cars in front of her.

"Honey they can't hear you." Bobby told her as the clock in the car changed.

6:06PM

Right after Bobby said this, the ground beneath them began to rumble and the birds could be seen taking off into the air from the power lines. All around them cars began to crash into one another as they were all just trying to stay in one spot. Bobby couldn't help but think about what might be happening. He had never experienced an earthquake, but that was exactly what this seemed like. The bridge began to shake more as a few cars were being tossed off the side of the bridge. Bobby could see that the construction workers were terrified because they were grabbing onto anything that they could.

Lindsey looked over at Bobby as they heard a loud rumble and both turned to look out the front window. There before them they saw the bridge just disappear before their eyes. Cars were being rocked back and forth as they vanished into the dust that used to be the rest of the nine hundred foot bridge. Lindsey looked over and met Bobby's eyes as they realized their fate… and before they knew it their section of the bridge was plummeting to the ground.

6:30PM

Twenty four minutes had passed before the dust settled enough for anyone to see what had really happened. Helicopters flew over the wreckage that used to be one of the most used bridges in the twin cities area. The dark murky waters of the Mississippi river were littered with cars and concrete from the bridge. As Bobby's eyes opened he could hear screams for help from other cars… some were halfway in the water and others were crushed between the ground and pieces of the bridge. As he turned his head he could see other cars totally submerged in the water. Slowly his head made its way to the left and that was when he saw the damage the bridge had caused to their car.

Lindsey was sitting hunched over the steering wheel a piece of the front window lodged in her left shoulder, her arm seemed to be wrapped behind her head and blood was streaming down a gash above her right eye. That was when Bobby noticed that they weren't exactly one of the cars that was on dry land… he could hear the water flowing through the back window and into the back seat of their car. Logan's booster seat was floating behind Lindsey's head when Bobby blacked out again.

7:10PM

Rescue workers were at the scene surveying the damage that had been caused when Bobby came to again. This time the cries for help had gown quieter as many of the victims of the collapse were losing consciousness. Bobby looked over at Lindsey again this time attempting to move his arm to see if he could wake her. He could tell that she had been thrown forward with incredible force when their car flew from the bridge, but she had to still be alive… she just had too.

"Linds…. Lindsey can you hear me?" Bobby called as he gently touched his fingertips to her right shoulder.

Lindsey groaned as she tried to open her eyes but couldn't seem to move them… it was like there was a thousand tons of cement weighing them down. Instead of actually opening them all she could seem to do was make the blood flow more freely from the gash above her eye. She knew that things were not good for her… she could feel the pain in her left arm… it was so sharp that it felt like a thousand knives going straight through her. Her head was pounding on her left side and she could feel the blood running down her left ear. She knew that whatever was causing this immense pressure on her chest could very well have something to do with the blood dripping down her face.

Slowly she managed to lick her lips… not necessarily the best idea she ever had because all she could seem to taste was the salt from the drying blood coming from above her right eye. Bobby could only watch helplessly as his wife tried to make her lips work with her voice to form some kind of word… at the moment any word would work… Bobby just needed to know that she was coherent.

"Lindsey… I'm right here… talk to me." Bobby said hating what he saw.

He could tell that Lindsey was pulling everything she had together in order to form any sort of word. He also knew that it was very hard for her to breathe… the steering wheel seemed to be smashed up against her chest causing it to look like she was hunched over the wheel, when in all reality, the front end of the car had been smashed in pinning them in the car. It was then that he realized that the glove compartment was inches from his stomach making it nearly impossible for rescue workers to safely remove them from the car.

"Linds… I know this seems bad but as long as we stay strong we can make it… people are coming to rescue us… we just have to wait." Bobby was trying to make it easier for her by letting her know what was going on.

"Can't…" Lindsey was really trying to tell him something he just couldn't figure out what it was.

"You can't what? Come on Linds don't give up on me." Bobby wasn't ready to lose her yet.

"Feel… m-my… l-l-legs." She finally said.

"That's okay… they're still there, don't worry about that… Can you move your head?" Bobby asked wanting to figure out the extent of her injuries.

Lindsey tried to move her head, but nothing was happening. It was almost like she had no control over anything her body could do… she was scared that she was going to die and Bobby knew this, it was the same way he felt, but they couldn't lose hope. If they lost hope they wouldn't stay alive long enough for rescue workers to get to them… after all neither one of them knew where their car had landed all Bobby knew was that wherever it was it was completely dark all around them, and they had to be close to the waters edge… that however, could be anywhere along the bridge.

"Hurts… c-cold." Lindsey managed to get out through labored breaths of air. "Logan?" She somewhat asked after a beat.

"Logan's with Tara… he's just fine, but you have to stay with me… stay strong for Logan, he needs you… don't you die on us!" Bobby said trying his hardest not to let his emotions get the best of him.

He could see that every breathe Lindsey took was unbelievably hard on her body, she couldn't move anything except her mouth, but at least she was alive. She could also still feel everything… the water was making her body feel cold and the gashes in her head and the pressure on her chest created this unbearable pain that was shooting through her body. The only thing that either of them knew was that they might be stuck in this car for a long while because they had no idea where their car had landed compared to other vehicles that were also on the bridge. It was a waiting game not only for them, but for everyone involved in this tragedy.