𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲₁

𝐯. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

Back over where Winnie, Charlie and Alana are, Winnie was holding bandages to Charlie's head, while Alana tried to get cell service.

"What happened?" Charlie asks again.

"There was an accident." Alana reply's, walking around.

"What happened?" Charlie repeats.

"There was a car accident, Charlie." Alana groans and clutches her stomach. "Ow!"

Winnie looks over to the blonde, "Are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts. Really bad. I think i'm gonna throw up or something." The older woman said, hand on her stomach.

"Where are we?" Charlie asks, once again.

"We had a car accident, okay?!" Alana harshly reply's. "We had an accident!"

They hear Sarah screaming, where Derek has now pulled her out of the vehicle and she's on the ground, in pain. "Okay, stop. Please, stop."

"I need to fix your leg." Derek says, his hand on her leg.

"No, let's wait." Sarah starts talking faster, "Let's wait, uh, for help 'cause helps coming. It's coming."

"Sarah, the dislocation has cut off the blood supply to your leg. If I don't do something you could lose it." He lifts her leg up, in position to pop it back in."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Sarah says repeatedly, at a fast pace. "Please, please, please."

Derek stops for a second, then pops it back in.

Sarah yells loudly, "Ah! Oh!"

"Good."

"Oh. Thank god." Sarah sighs, relieved from pain.

"It's good." He says, checking out her hip.

"I hate you." Sarah close's her eyes and breaths in.

Derek chuckles at Sarah's response.

Winnie comes running across the street, "Derek! Charlie's car! The cars on fire!" She points to the black car with flames all around it.

"Hey!" Dereks says, running across the street. "Alana, run!"

"What about Charlie?" She asks, trying to get him up.

"Get away from the car!" Derek starts to help Charlie up, "Come on, Charlie, you got to get up. Get up, get up, get up, get up. Come on."

"Ah! Ah!" Alana says, holding her stomach again as she crosses the street.

Derek struggles to get Charlie over to the girls. But he does just in time for the car to blow up.

"Oh, my god!" Winnie says, putting her arms over her face. "That explosion was huge."

"Do you see all that smoke?" Derek asks the brunette girl. "Someone's gonna see it, and then that someone is gonna send help."

"It's like a smoke signal."

"Mm-hmm" Derek confirms.

"We're so rescued."

"I'm not supposed to be here." Alana says, a few feet away from everyone else.

"Okay, we just need to hang on for a little bit longer." Derek tells Charlie and Sarah. "Is everybody okay?"

"I'm not supposed to be here." Alana repeats, louder than the last time. "I'm a mathlete. I take five A.P. classes. I'm first chair on cello. I have a perfect attendance record. I haven't missed one day— not one day of school. I'm boring." She chuckles, Winnie interested in her story. "Charlie Abbot's prom king. He's in remedial math. He's never even heard of A.P. He's dumb and popular and totally gorgeous. And this morning, he says, "You wanna go for a ride?" to me. So, the earth is shifting on its axis or something crazy because no way. Charlie Abbot is not supposed to kiss me." He clutches her stomach again, and screams in pain. "Ah! Mm, so something is wrong. Some wormhole to another universe is opened. I don't know, but now I am on a road because the car I was in just flew through the air and I just ran from a giant fire ball and Charlie Abbots brain is broken, and my stomach is killing me. So I am obviously not supposed to be here. So, can someone please wake me up or wave your magic want or click your heels three times or whatever so I can go home? Please. Please. What? What is it?"