The dry, dusty ground, cracked like a web. My shaky arms tightened around Kase’s waist, as we sped away. Beneath us, the ground ominously turned black. I was terrified. Before I could speak, the ground disappeared. We screamed for help, as we, and our motorcycle, plummeted. If we stayed any longer, we’d probably die. We needed to force ourselves awake, before we made contact with the ground. 

      I awoke in bed, a hospital bed. Instantly, I reached for my stomach. I searched for my wound, my proof. Nothing. We’d been in a coma for three months. Maybe I really was crazy.