Luckily, the ambulance men were coming out of the draw as Brock neared. Thank God for minor miracles, Brock thought, then bumped in to a hard object. His thigh hurting, Brock looked down to see one of the ATVs. Somehow, he had never noticed the small machines lined in a row and waiting for a passenger. It had to be something to do with the way the valley was reverting to a previous appearance.

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He climbed aboard the ATV and punched the electric start. The raucous bellow of the engine was a welcome noise in this fantasyland. It was a piece of the present that could not be ignored.

The Ambulance men strapped the stretcher to the rear rack of the ATV, then climbed aboard two more of the vehicles.

With growing confidence, Brock led the rescue men to the bridge at a respectable pace.