Lyla opened her eyes to moonlight filtering through the trees. She was lying in a clearing near the bottom of the mountain. How had she gotten here? Where was here? In a flash, memories of the nights events came back to her, the crash, the tumble. She must have crawled from the wreckage after the crash.

She got to her feet, testing to see if all her limbs and such were working as they should. Remarkably, she seemed to be unharmed, not even a scratch or a tear in her costume. That was puzzling. Surely if she had escaped the wreckage, wouldn’t she be a bit scraped up?

Lyla heard voices, and set off towards them, hoping her friends were alright. When she walked over a small hill, a nasty sight greeted her. Gavin’s car lay in a heap, crushed nearly beyond recognition. There was a helicopter overhead, ready to airlift the victims to a hospital. April and Gavin seemed unharmed for the most part, sitting wrapped in blankets while a paramedic tended to their minor wounds. Cassidy was slightly worse, a deep gash bleeding freely on her forehead. They were all crying, huddled together.

Lyla rushed over to them. “Guys! I’m alright! “ she exclaimed, but they didn’t seem to hear her.

“Poor Lyla...It’s all my fault...I’m so sorry...” She heard Gavin say.

Lyla reaches out to touch his shoulder, “Gavin! I’m right here! I’m right...” She trailed off as her hand drifted right through him. Then she turned around. Another paramedic was pulling a sheet over a familiar face. Hers.