[ WP ] A voice in the sky will tell you when you 've left a place for the last time . You tell your SO goodbye and head out to [ location of your choice ] . Halfway there you hear `` You have visited a location for the last time . ''

He gently shuts the security screen behind him, being careful not to make too much noise and wake the baby. Locking the door, he then walks down the driveway, throws his gear in the car and takes off. 
 
 The usual sights and sounds. All the neighbors' houses, trees, the hills in the distance. He turns his favorite jazz station on and his mind goes blank in preparation for the twenty minute drive to work. 
 
 After a nice blues tune finishes playing, the announcer gives some information on the artist, `` That was John Scofield with Boogie Stupid from the new Uberjam Deux record. Great track, really gets me going! Hey by the way Scott, hope you had your shit together because you will **never** get back home!'' The bump for the next track starts playing without missing a beat. 
 
 Scott chuckles a little. His chest sinks. His face goes limp. `` Oh shit,'' he whispers. He smacks the radio's power control and grabs his phone, quick-dialing his wife. With each ring Scott's breath quickens and his chest gets heavier... heavier. After three rings he jerks the steering wheel, sliding the vehicle from the fast lane to the offramp, nearly colliding with two cars in the other lanes. By the time he reaches the first traffic light, the call has gone to voicemail. 
 
 He drops the phone and guns it, accelerating into the intersection against the red light. Horns, tires screeching, he's oblivious to it all. The car hooks left and makes the next turn back onto the freeway. `` Fuck, fuck, fuck!'' 
 
 As he speeds down the freeway, Scott's mind is flooded. He tries to sift through the memories, fears and prayers. He ca n't make sense of any of it. He just wants to get home. *Please, let me get home. Please. * He begins to sob. `` Please! Please!'' he shouts between sobs. 
 
 Exiting the freeway, he now tries to maneuver around the residential traffic. `` Fuck, move! Move!'' Diving onto the shoulder, cutting people off, he has to get home. That's when the realization hits him. *Shit, what if all this driving is what kills me? What if this is what keeps me from getting home? * He pulls himself together, shakes his head and slows down his car, re-entering the normal flow of traffic. *Okay, just take it easy, nothing risky, just get ho -- * The sound of metal striking metal and breaking glass fill his ears, right before his headrest knocks him in the back of the head and blackens his vision. 
 
 Muffled shouting, a horn that wo n't turn off, some sort of hissing. He groans. As his sight returns he realizes he's bleeding. Best he can tell it's from his nose. *Fuck it, get out. Get out and get home. * He fumbles for his seat belt and manages to release it. His door is jammed. *Window's busted, climb out. * As he crawls out of the window he sees the vehicle behind him, front end mangled. The driver looks bad. Hunched over the steering wheel. He can see blood from here. *That's never good. * 
 
 He turns and walks away. Walks toward home. *I have to get home, I have to get home. * A minute or two passes and he hears sirens. Then sees an ambulance and fire truck fly by him toward the accident. *Good, they did n't see me. * He stumbles up his street and gets to his driveway. He's filled with joy. His face beams with the deepest smile he's ever smiled. He makes it to the door and slumps down on the porch. He starts to laugh. `` Ha... haha... fuck you. I made it. Fuck you.'' He reaches up and jabs the doorbell. The faint ding-dong behind the door warms him to his core. 
 
 He hears the door open, sees movement in his peripheral vision, and can smell that familiar home smell. `` Oh my God, honey what happened?'' came the voice of his beautiful wife. He laughed again, `` Haha... I made it. I'm fine. We're fine. I'm sorry. Do n't wake the baby, shh, just, just get me some towels.'' 
 
 `` The baby?'' she replied. `` Dave, what baby are you talking about?''
