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Steve Williams was looking forward to the trip home. It had been a very successful business trip, and he had landed the new advertising account he had worked so hard on. Now it was finally time to head home and treat his family to a well-deserved vacation. He knew that the past few months had been hard on the whole family, he had been working late and had hardly been able to see his two kids at all. But the hard work had paid off big and with this multi-million dollar account locked in, his boss had not only given him the time off, but also agreed to foot the hotel and travel expenses for his family's vacation as his way of showing his appreciation.* The sun was shining with just a few white puffy clouds as he headed out of Chicago, on his way to Sioux Falls, and home. It was about a nine hour drive and although he had the option of flying home, his meeting ended later than he had anticipated and the next flight would have been the following afternoon. So he decided he would just enjoy the ride home - after all, the company had provided him with a very nice rental car! So he checked out of his hotel room and headed towards I-90. The first hurdle to overcome would be to navigate through Chicago's city streets to get to the interstate. That would be a feat in itself, except that it was almost the end of Chicago's infamous "rush hour" traffic and the congestion on most of the streets was easing up. What great timing! It took him about 20 minutes before he began to see the signs for the Kennedy Expressway - the lead-in to I-90. Once on the Expressway, he settled in for the long drive. He found a radio station to his liking and set the cruise control on the Lincoln Town Car. Traffic on the Expressway was a bit heavy as he had expected, but it was moving along well and it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Besides, it would drop off even more the farther he got from the city. Meanwhile he began taking in some of the sights as the city slowly slipped away and more suburban settings took over. Chicago was a big change from his home on the outskirts of Sioux Falls. He had seen pictures of Chicago and had flown into O'Hare en route*to other places, but this was the first time he had been able to spend any time in the city itself. He had marveled at the tall buildings and all the people. And he had found out why it was known as The Windy City too - one Göztepe escort bayan (http://goztepe.t2bro.net/) of the days he was there he got to experience Chicago's famous winds firsthand! But for the most part the weather was cooperative and during the four days he was there, he got a chance to get out of the hotel and see some of the sights. Naturally he had picked up some souvenirs for everyone while he was in The Big City. He had been able to Skype with the family using his laptop and all had put in their requests for what he was to bring home. Michael, the oldest, wanted a special ship model that he had found in a catalog, while Cindy, the younger of the two kids, wanted a baby doll that cried and drank a bottle. He had been able to find both of these "treasures" and when he asked his wife, Linda, what she wanted, she merely replied "You"! But Steve was no dummy - he knew there had better be something in the car for her besides himself, so he stopped off at a jewelers and had picked up a very nice topaz heart necklace, topaz being her birthstone. He figured that giving her the necklace and giving the kids a trip to Disneyland should square him up with all that he put them through trying to land this account! An hour's drive had put Chicago behind him and he found himself passing through more rural countryside. Traffic was much lighter and he would go several minutes before passing another car. He was getting kind of hungry by now and decided that he would stop soon and grab a bite to eat and fill his thermos with coffee. He began looking for a place to eat that wasn't too far off his route, but he was in between towns and there wasn't much around at the moment. So he kept driving and kept an eye out for a decent stop. Another hour went by before he spotted a respectable looking truck stop. And it was a good thing too, since he was in need of gas as well. So he pulled into the parking lot to fill both his tank and his belly. As he pulled in, he was surprised*with the amount of "big rigs" parked in the lot. "This must be a heck of a truck stop!" he thought to himself as he walked past the rows of trucks. He entered the restaurant and found it crowded, so he paused at the door until he found a seat at the counter. He set his thermos on the counter and motioned for the waitress. "Yeah, it's quite*a mess - it's gonna take a Escort Caddebostan (http://caddebostan.t2bro.net/) while*to clear up all those vehicles and get the highway moving again." Steve overheard a couple of truckers talking. "Excuse me, what are you talking about?" he asked one of them. "Haven't you heard? There's a big wreck up the road about 30 miles or so. A whole bunch of cars and a couple big rigs got tangled up. The cops are there now trying to sort it all out. Highways' gonna be blocked for at least two, maybe three hours." the trucker informed Steve. "Oh no!" Steve said, "I'm trying to get home to Sioux Falls!" "Well, you aren't going to get there on the 90 anytime soon!" the trucker said. "Isn't there any way around it?" Steve asked. "Well you could take the off-ramp at Irene Road, jump onto Route 20 and take it west till you get to I-39, take that north a few miles and get back on I-90 again. That would route you around the accident." the trucker said. "Isn't that going way out of my way?" Steve asked. "Well it's a little out of the way, but it beats sitting here waiting around - especially if you have that far to go and you're headed home." the trucker said. "Ok, how far is this off-ramp?" "Oh about 10 miles or so. Not far." Ok, thanks." Steve said. Steve ordered his dinner and ate it while he wrote down the directions the trucker had given him. He looked at the map he had picked up before leaving Chicago and saw what the trucker was talking about. It was a bit out of his way, but it was fairly straightforward and it did get him back on track again. Once he was finished*eating and he had filled his thermos with coffee, he paid his bill and went out to his car. He pulled into the gas station next to the restaurant and filled his tank so he could continue his trip. Paying for the gas, he left the parking lot and headed down the highway, looking for the exit his trucker friend had told him about. Sure enough, about 11 miles down the highway, he saw the exit sign and took the exit onto*Irene Road. Five minutes north and he came to the intersection*with U.S. Route 20. He took a left and headed west just as the trucker had told him. Everything seemed to be working out...but that's when it happened. U.S. Route 20 was a two lane divided highway through Illinois farm country. A left-over since the interstate was put*in, it Bağdat Caddesi escort (http://bagdatcaddesi.t2bro.net/) had been relegated*to a rural back road*with little traffic except for the locals. The road wasn't in bad shape, although it did have a few potholes and a lot of cracks from the years of baking in the sun. Steve was doing good on the all but empty road until he spotted a farm tractor headed towards him in the other lane. It was in the far lane, the slow lane, headed east, and would have passed him easily had it not been for the convertible full of teenage youths coming up fast behind the tractor. The driver of the convertible was busy cutting up with his fellow passengers and apparently didn't see the tractor until he was almost upon it. A quick panic swerve and he lost control of the car. It dived into the meridian and came back up on the westbound side headed right for Steve's car. Steve had no time to do anything but try to cover his face as the car plowed headlong into the front drivers side of his car. The Lincoln bounced off the convertible and crossed the other westbound lane and crashed into a drainage ditch, flipping forward onto*its roof before coming to a stop finally. Steve woke up to strange surroundings. The room was white with harsh fluorescent lights. There were strange machines surrounding him and wires and tubes connecting him to them. He tried to speak, but there was a large tube stuck down his throat. And he hurt. He hurt all over, like he'd been beaten with a ball bat. He moaned his complaint and a woman came to him. "Steve! Oh thank God! We were so worried!" she said tears streaming down her face. Steve thought this rather curious. Who was she and who was this Steve guy she was talking about? That's when it hit him - he didn't remember anything! He didn't know who he was, where he was at, how he got there or anything else about himself! And what's more, with this tube down his throat, he couldn't even ask questions! A real sense of panic came over him. What is going on? he thought. He tried pulling the tube out of his throat but the strange woman stopped him. "Steve you can't take that out! You have to leave the tube in till the doctor takes it out!" She struggled with him some more as she called for the nurse. Another woman came in dressed in white. "Ah, I see sleeping beauty is awake finally!" she said smiling. "Now you just lay back and relax...you've had yourself quite an accident and you need to mend awhile." "Ok so there's one piece of the puzzle." Steve thought to himself "Apparently I've been in some kind of an accident. But what happened and why can't I remember anything?" "We're going to give you something to make you a little more comfortable.