When he read the words “she’s in the emergency room,” on a note left on the kitchen table, time all but stopped... moving instantly to slow. . . motion and wouldn’t resume at a nearly normal speed for at least two. . . years. It had happened before... and he was frightened it was happening again - the dawning of descent into abrupt, sudden, cruel, darker- than- the ninth circle of hell DEATH screaming, ricocheting in his head, heart, marrow of his bones, very soul... but so it was.