As we raced toward Atwater to make our turn we were forced to stop at a red

light. I remembered thinking that it would be nice if we could turn right on a red light, but

no such luck, it was not allowed. Quebec was still living in the dark ages. Sitting in the

rain it seem to take an eternity for that light to change. I heard the sounds of screeching

tires somewhere behind us and turned to see what was causing the commotion.

        It must have stopped raining because I could not feel it on my face anymore. I

opened my eyes and found myself surrounded by a bright white light. It did not hurt my

eyes to look into it but I instinctively closed my eyes against it.