Tom and I were killed in a car crash in a parking garage. We weren’t killed immediately, but then our car fell down to a lower level and was mangled. I was thrown down below the wreck with Charley. Tom was up above looking out the window at me. He seemed in a good mood; he was smiling.
He called to me, “I’ll find you again!”
I looked at Charley and asked her if she was OK. She nodded her head “Yes.” Then I realized Charley and I were in a dark, underground river that was pulling us away swiftly. I yelled to Tom, “I love you!” but when I looked back the window was gone.
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