Mail day on Jamaica has come around, to which a woman opens a letter and contract from a publisher letting her know that her story has been approved. Once she turns in the final manuscript, together they will find the proper public to advertise her story to. She is excitedly driving back home to tell her loved ones. In the darkness, she approaches a bridge and suddenly sees three figures: a small child, a woman, and a one-legged man. Assuming they would get out of the way, she doesn't slow down until it's too late; in an effort to save the child from instant death, she swerves off the bridge, landing on the riverbank. She is paralyzed with pain, unable to speak and hardly capable of thinking. She knows that she must exit the vehicle, but can't bring her body to obey her; just pushing a breath out is excruciating. She hears footsteps around her and realizes that the three people from the bridge are circling her car. They deliberate about whether or not she is still alive and if they should drag her out. The man believes that she must be dead, for she makes not a sound nor movement, but the woman insists that they must help her because she is certain she can hear her breathing. Expending all her energy and courage, the author lets out a single 'Yes' to the people. When she comes to, she finds herself being helped by the three people, telling her that if she needs anything, just speak—they are listening.