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No, this vision had nothing to do with me, and yet it had everything to do with me because Tyler’s van — the tires right now hitting the ice at the worst possible angle — was going to spin across the lot and crush the girl who had become the uninvited focal point of my world. Even without Alice’s foresight it would have been simple enough to read the trajectory of the vehicle, flying out of Tyler’s control. The girl, standing in the exactly wrong place at the back of her truck, looked up, bewildered by the sound of the screeching tires. She looked straight into my horror-struck eyes, and then turned to watch her approaching death. Not her! The words shouted in my head as if they belonged to someone else.