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Stacy came bounding over a fence and across a backyard. She clipped a barbecue grill and sent a lawn chair flying. The world whipped by, the wind caused her eyes to fill with tears. In the distance, sirens wailed. She was running faster than ever, in spite of the bruise from the truck. Finally, when she vaulted another set of hedges and saw the hospital looming in the distance, she realized her destination. Numerous squad cars were parked near the front door. Helicopters hovered overhead. If this was a secret medical procedure, it was secret no longer. Stacy tried to stop. But her legs picked up speed. The row of police was fast approaching.