Dusk came quickly within the day. The clouds elevated from its floating position and disappeared within time. A blend of soft oranges and rosy pinks began to show. The clock ran, as did the sun. It set in the horizon and the moon lifted from above. A rustle in the leaves grew more intensely over time. And the moon became the only light source provided for this destitute highway.

A set of headlights flicked on from a car driving freely onto the endless road. Its windows rolled down and country tunes rolled out of them. The slightest wrinkles and pure milky skin showed the driver to be in her early thirties'. The pudge of fat and few stems of hair showed the buckled passenger to be less than thirty months. The petite lady was filled with joy as she drove on the deserted road. A glimpse of the baby from the rearview mirror planted a smile on the lady's face. The living emotions in the car were well.

The eyes of the infant began to dwindle open and closed. Opened and closed.

The lady began to create harmonious tones, in hopes that the infant would soon fall asleep. After minutes of the temperate harmonizing, the baby soon closed his eyes for good. A smile grew on the mother's face and drew her into a mesmerization. The soft look of the baby warmed her heart. A face only a mother could love. Seconds later, a beam of lights drew towards her as quicker than she could react. There, the mother unconsciously had lain in her seat, was an inflated white balloon that separated the distance between her chest and the steering wheel. An on-going wail came from the backseat, but it was heard by nobody.

Shattered glass and crushed metal clustered in the middle of the road. A group of bystanders were being questioned by a cluster of men. These men had armed weapon belts and black fabric covered from their neck to their ankles. They held attentive facial expressions, as the scene was quite disturbing to look at.

The mother gradually opened her eyelids, confused. Smoke rose from her front window. Chattering came from her surroundings. It took her seconds to begin panicking. Her first instinct took her to lash herself to the backseat. The baby cried in terror. The mother fought her own will to climb herself to the backseat and unbuckle the precious cargo. She maneuvered her body in a way that the officers soon rushed themselves to her car. Men from all sides of the car flung themselves in. One releasing the baby from its buckled article, another attempting to pull out the mother. The lady clasped her arms onto the headrest of the passenger seat, startled. With no knowledge of whom or what had grasped onto her waist, the mother began to sob. The volume rose millisecond by millisecond. It was unbelievable that high of a cry could come from such a dainty lady like herself.

No! No! Don't take mah baby away! Give 'em back to me! He's mine! This cannot be happenin'! This is the end of da world!

The mother fought from the cops, as they tried to examine the infant for any injury. Another set of men held the lady back with barely any force. She struggled as she thrashed her body to separate herself from her barrier. She never felt so far away from her heart. Interrogation filled her soul.

The lady glanced over at the headlights from the cop cars. It flashed out onto the scene, and the fragments showed precise damage had been done. Steam rose from the ruins of the multiple cars. Vehicles were damaged as were emotions.

The officer turned his body toward the lady with the baby in arm. The mother ran as fast as she could to get hold of him. Her worried emotions began to show physically, as she rocked her baby back and forth. The alarming cries of the baby flew with the wind of dusk. The connection between the mother and her son took effect into the surrounding bystanders. They watched in awe the way the mother connected with her baby.

The attention shifted when another man stood roadside began speaking illiterately. The man kept a rocking motion and could not stand still. He began to purge the excessive amount of alcohol that sat inside his stomach. The officers did not suspect the intoxicated man one bit. The officers nodded as they came into the conclusion.

Heavy sirens filled the air. Louder and louder they became as the flashing lights grew larger and larger. Doors of the vehicle burst open and men dashed out of the large vehicle. The creases of their navy blue suits and neon yellow vests, creased with every move. A patch of a single red cross sat on their right sleeve.

The force of the men pushed down the intoxicated man onto the stretcher. The confusion grew on the man's face. He flailed his arms and legs in the air, trying to exempt himself. The measure of his strength did not measure up enough to release himself.

The uniformed men nurtured the mother and child with their gentle voices and tender touch. The cries from the baby softened within seconds and then came to a halt. Assurance grew on the mother's face. And her deep-breathing settled the baby as well.

Discussion of the armed men and the reflective-vested men grew. And thoughts clustered into the circle as one agreed with another. The only physical traits the men shared altogether were the simultaneous nodding heads.

The kindhearted lady remained calm, as taking deep breaths became her best bet.

Ma'am, are you okay? Any discomfort in your body?

The lady thought for a second, trying to recollect her thoughts from the past hour. She wrinkled her brow and looked down. And lifted her head with a relaxed face. It set an illusion to the officer. It seemed to him that she was too well to be true. The abnormality of a painless victim was slim to none.

Sir, I am okay. We are all okay. It was simply an accident.

The man soon accepted by the gentle tone in her voice that she was not hurt in an way, shape, or form. And that instead of doubting her mellow antics, to just accept them. Her worries wore away, away where her fear and terror disappeared. Faith and hope filled her wrinkled brows and lifted the ridges of her mouth.