Self-preservation is a funny thing, isn't it? I don't even remember moving, telling my brain to fire, my muscles to work, my body to act. In fact, if I'm going to be totally honest, I should have been dead about two seconds after the headlights hit my gaze. Because if I had been in total control of me without instincts or a fight or flight guidance system? I'd have been a hood ornament on the front of that big, terrifying car hurtling toward me.

Instead, I came to from a ...