Chapter Twelve
I am dreaming again. This time I know I am definitely dreaming. I am staring at the car. I can see it turned over in the ditch. The rain is coming down in sheets. I can see the outline of my body in the car. Somehow I am in both places. Maybe I have died.
I walk over to the wreckage of the car. The heat coming off of it seems to burn through my skin yet I feel nothing. I crouch down and peer inside. I see myself trapped upside down in the car. I am rolling my head from side to side, trying to wake up. Spencer isn’t in the car.
Spurred on by this, I leave the other version of me stuck in the car and wander away from the wreckage. I want to find Spencer. The rain is so heavy that I can barely see anything in front of me. Surely, she couldn’t have run off this far?
The fart
