"Hurry, Hurry, Hurry," the wind whispered to me," Or you won't make it in time."
"Kaya, there it is," Mason said as he pointed to a run-down red truck. "That's the car. Get in."
"The truck is red...... I blurted out "red" when you talked about the car," I said as I looked into his eyes.
"You're becoming more aware. That means there's barely any hope."
"HOPE FOR WHAT? WHAT IS GOING ON?! EVERYTHING WAS COMPLETELY NORMAL UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP!" I bursted into tears. Why am I so emotional?
"Kaya," Mason said reassuringly as he hugged me," It's gonna be ok."
"Please, Please, Please," said the wind.
