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With a smack, Deb was thrown against the seat. She could feel something wet sliding down the side of her face. But the scent of smoke, and gas, was a little mais alarming to her.
She forced the door open, and when she got out, her feet landed in swampy ground. With a lot of effort, she managed to get on steadier ground.
Now, she needed backup. She had to call someone. Her first instinct was Mike, but with how they left things, he might be not very eager to come and save her day…or night. He would probably think she had another one of her mental breakdowns.
She could’ve saved herself the...

When Simon woke up, he saw a man staring down at him. He had dark hair and brown eyes.
“Are you God?” Simon mumbled, thinking he was dead and in heaven.
The man chuckled. “I’m not God” he spoke with a British accent. “You’re going to have to stand up”
Simon shook his head. “I can’t” he panted, as the pain came rushing back, along with his memories. “My leg…”
“Why, yes, that is exactly why you should stand. I don’t feel like carrying you”
Simon closed his eyes, and frowned in pain. “Who are you?” he asked, groaning.
“Stand up, then I might tell you”
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