Yeah, would haunt me for the rest of my life. I had similar scare happen when I was 17. Just driving down the street, going the speed limit, minding my business, and suddenly a little girl on a bike (who started out in her garage, had an extremely steep driveway) came barreling down right as I was passing her house. Luckily, instead of hitting her head on she slammed into the side of the tail end of my car, and I was so worried, instantly, and fearful that she was hurt. And I jumped out to check on her, and her mom came flying out of the garage and yanked that screaming little girl off the ground by one arm and beat her ass. And I was asking if she was OK, and the mom snarled at me that she was fine, and dragged her back into the garage, presumably to take another whooping. Even though it wouldn't have really been my fault, I've always been glad I wasn't a second or two behind in real time and slammed into her. Even the scare of taking part in the harm of a child is a terrible feeling, even when it wasn't even really your fault. I feel for Francis.