Jacob kicked at the gravel, watching it slide down the railroad embankment. He didn’t know why he was here. Well, he knew why, he just didn’t want to think about it. He leaned back against his car, sighed. He’d been here every day since the accident, at the same exact time. He checked his watch: 8:15 PM. It wasn’t here yet. Late, just like it was that night. Then the low drone of the whistle. He smiled. This was it. He could just barely see the light rounding the bend. The accident report had said 1,347 feet from the bend to the crossing, not nearly enough for it to stop, they said. And it hadn’t for Jessica. His grin froze as the crossing bars lowered, the red light bathing his face. It was time. Time to join her.