And how to say what happened next? Are there any words for it? Are there any words to describe how a world can be torn apart in five minutes? What would have happened, I wonder, if I hadn't nearly been late? I wouldn't've seen it, that's what. I wouldn't have been there. I still don't know if me being there was for better or for worse. If she'd died that day, I don't know what we'd've done. I don't want to know. I was scared. That's the only way to put it and the absoloute truth. I was more scared than I'd ever been in my life. I still am.