She’s about to light a cigarette when the lights start to dim. It happens so quickly there’s no time to react. Th ere’s just a hint of pain, but it’s too brief to register. Th en there’s nothing. Only blackness. And just like that Sandra Ellison’s life is at an end. Like someone reached in and turned off the set. Her set. Th at’s how quickly it happened. She was dead before she hit the ground.