Savannah Grey Flint was stuck in traffic on a clear September morning. She was already late for work, something that never happened to her, when she had managed to get herself wedged between a mile-long Cadillac and a red Porsche. She sighed to herself and started singing along to a Jimmy Buffett song on the radio to cool her building anger.

"Why can't people just get out of my way?" she thought exasperatedly.

Savannah, or Savvy to her friends, was one of those people who is always early for everything. Weddings, birthdays, even funerals. If Savannah Flint was invited, you could be sure that she would be the first to show up, sometimes even before the corpse was cold.

Savvy was an attractive woman. Every other morning she ran 3.5 miles to keep her 25 year-old body lean and trim. Her ash-blonde hair was always attractively styled and her professional suits were immaculate until lunchtime. After lunch, Savvy's suits were invariably stained by some of the menu. You see, Savvy was just a tad accident-prone. Her knees, elbows, and chin were covered with scars from childhood bicycle wrecks and adult cuts and scrapes.

Just the other day, Savvy had had an accident. She had answered the doorbell to find a young man with cigarettes stuck in his shirt sleeve. The man had tried to sell her some meat out of the back of his truck. When Savvy had slammed the door in his face, she had gotten a huge splinter in her hand and had had to go to the emergency room to have it removed.

Savvy worked as a public relations officer for the Knoxville Zoo in Knoxville, Tennessee. She enjoyed her work, although it was demanding keeping a good spin on some of the mishaps and missteps of daily zoo life. Just last week, she had had to figure out a way to put a positive spin on the fact that one of the female timber wolves had decided to bite a wildlife photographer who had come too close to her pups. She had finally decided to attribute the wolf's aggressive behavior to the photographer's aftershave. That had solved that problem, but had created a new one. Thanks to Savvy's quick thinking, a prominent perfume company was now at the zoo studying the effects of different fragrances on wolves. The company planned to have the aforementioned wolf endorse their new fragrance "Animal Magnetism."

Savvy was a very driven and very successful PR worker, although she did have occasional mishaps like the perfume-loving wolf. She was the youngest PR officer in the history of the zoo and she planned to be named Director of Public Relations by the time she was 28. Savvy was always planning exactly how she would climb up the corporate ladder, and she was ruthless in pursuit of her goals. People had actually been known to be dumbfounded when Savvy fixed her intense hazel eyes on them in meetings.

Personally, Savvy had a lot less self confidence. She had never been married and had broken up with her last serious boyfriend almost a year ago. He had been a psychiatrist and, when they broke up, had delighted in telling her exactly what was wrong with her.

"You are an obsessive compulsive with tendencies to use sarcasm as a defense mechanism," he had said.

Savvy had responded by telling him that he was a lousy lover with Narcissistic tendencies. Score one for sarcasm.

As the song on the radio ended, Savvy snapped out of her reverie and realized that she hadn't moved an inch in five minutes. She checked her rearview mirror and swung her silver Intrepid into the outside land. As she did, she was violently thrown against the dashboard and heard a sickening screech of metal against metal. She looked back in her rearview mirror to see that the red Porsche behind her had become wedged in her bumper.