The world inside the car became utter chaos. Everything inside the cab was flying around, including Christopher and I. The rolls of the car started to pick up steam and out the revolving window I could see we were headed for the darkened currents of a river.

I had to make another quick maneuver like throwing the copper football, or I would end up drowning in the cold, dark river in the end anyway.

I relocated the unlock button, hit it a few quick times and grabbed a hold of the door handle as we kept rolling. I flung the door open as a roll slowed and threw myself out the door into the cold night.

Everything was dark and snowy all around me. I could no longer see Christopher’s Dodge when the world finally came into focus. Lying on my back in the stiff grass of the riverbank, I finally made out where Christopher’s car was – sinking into the dark blanket of the river, I could just make out the glow of a dome light sticking of the waves and the outline of his prone body, he must have been knocked unconscious.

I watched the light dip down below the raging waters until it all went black again and I was completely alone, cold and bleeding on the side of the river.

I collapsed backwards on the grass and tried to catch up with my racing lungs. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and noticed a few things as soon as I saw the home screen.

I had six missed calls from Peter.

It was 3:01 a.m.

And I was alive.