The ambulance’s left wheel stopped belonging to the same road as its right.
Eli saw the body tilt before the driver did. The man had a strip of paving ahead of him and a warped reflection where the curb should be. He corrected toward the reflection, and the near wheel began to slide.
“Straight,” Eli called. “Don’t follow the curb.”
“There isn’t a straight!”
“Toward my hand.”
Eli put his hand where the driver could see it and moved along the checked edge. Juno watched from the exit section with Sera beside the timing record. The wheel stop and tow line were in position, ordinary equipment waiting for the vehicle to reach it. They were the reason a brief inherited catch could be considered at all.
“Configuration?” Sera called.
“Sight, Anchor, movement. No new symptom.”
