I would fully disconnect from whatever i saw unfolding, taking shape in front of me. Whether it was my mothers muscles reacting to a nerve that came from the brain that was controlled by the other force. I can close my eyes and see her knuckles as they made their way to my fathers face; it was 4am, semis on both sides, going 89 mph. Poignant red burgandy blood running down his face, tears running down mine, and hate all over my mothers. I remember it like it just happened in front of me.