I just canít let him go. I jump into the new hole in the parking lot, and Iím falling. Itís higher than I thought it would Ė
Pain shoots up my leg. Itís broken, shit, it has to be. I try to pick myself up off the ground, but the ground is rumbling. Something is coming. A train? A train. The last thing I see is the majestic white of headlights, a growing cloud of angelic beauty.