Surviving the Camlops

After camlops, survivors started coming forward and sharing their stories. My dad was driving alone in his patrol car when he spotted a set of tail lights swerving ahead of him. He pulled over on the side of his cruiser and walked up to the man inside. And as he realized he recognized that face, he saw the white collar under his chin. For a moment, neither of them moved; then my dad opened the door, grabbed the man by his collar and dragged him out again until he was tired and out of breath. If something happened out here, it might never be discoveredone night in the late 19 seventies, something did happen. Their chance encounter felt like fate because