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the grip
of her left arm, Jodie fell against the rear window, and the tailgate glass
gave way.
                The girls were still locked, eye to eye, when
Jodie went through the crumbled glass, falling back towards the earth. Too
stunned to scream, both girls reached for each other, a touching, if futile
gesture, as she continued her fall.
                She would have fallen all the way down, but the
Foster's car wasn't the last to be captured in this vortex. Another, possibly
more, followed, and began climbing as well. Jodie's fall was broken as she crashed
through the windshield of the car following.
                Unfortunately, in addition to breaking her
fall, it broke her back and neck as well, and she died still not understanding
why her car was in the air, leaving her behind. Her eyes remained open, still
seeking her sister. A family now separated.
                But not for long.
                The vehicles all began to rise further into the
air - fifty, sixty, now nearly a hundred feet up, spiraling. Nothing but clear
sky directly above them; this was no tornado. For a moment, there was silence
as the engine went off, and with it the radio and air conditioner. In that
sudden moment of silence the panic of both Foster parents gave way, at least
momentarily, to a sense of awe, of wonder, at the mystery of their ascent into
the heavens. A fear so palpable they were unable to move, unable to scream,
unable to breathe. Then, as if at the apex of the American Eagle, that great
old wooden coaster at Six Flags in Gurnee, there was a pause, and their
stomachs caught up with the rest of their beings. In fact, the stomachs
continued forward, or at least their contents, as the windshield was suddenly
sprayed by both front occupants.
    Their climb ended.
    Their courses suddenly reversed, everyone was suddenly and
violently dropped, no, thrown down, totally crushing two following
vehicles (authorities didn't realize there were two more cars under the truck
until many hours later, when the road was finally cleared, and the vehicles cut
apart to haul away). Two more vehicles, watching the dance in the air, had had no
time to stop when the truck and its dancing partners were thrown in front of
them.
    Although they were traveling only sixty five miles an hour,
it seemed they must have passed the sound barrier- both piled into the mountain
of metal before any of the occupants had time to scream.
                The Fosters were reunited.
                The McGarrets, previously just behind the
Fosters, were now just below. Ironically, it was as the pastor had told them
just a few days before.
    Under the crushing impact, the two McGarrets became one,
inseparable, one body, and one flesh, and no man would ever be able to put that asunder.
                Then, from the suddenly empty sky, it began to
snow
    * * *
               And it snowed, hard .
    * * *
               The trooper tried to call in the accident ,
or situation , or event , or
whatever it was - but could not get any radio contact. No one on the regular
police channels, none at dispatch, none on the Illinois State Police frequency across
the border that he monitored, not even on the Channel 9 CB channel he followed.
     
         And then the car died.
    * * *
               Silence.
               He tried starting the car, but nothing. No
light, no starter, no nothing.
               Again, and the same result.
               One more time, and this time it caught. As the radios
each began powering up, they began non-stop transmissions. EVERYONE was
on the air. One person would start to transmit, and another would cut them off.
There was a squealing sound as some trucker with an illegal, over-powered
transmitter blasted over anyone and everyone on the CB. Wherever a voice wasn't
screaming over the radio, a severe static filled the gaps. The sudden