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“Cheryl, you’re alive?” Chrissie stammered. “But, how did you get out of the car?” She wanted to throw her arms around Cheryl but held back unsure of what she saw. Maybe it was a dream because she had been missing Cheryl so much. She stepped forward and tried to grab the outstretched hand. Chrissie’s hand passed right through Cheryl’s hand. “Hush,” Cheryl replied tenderly. “I’m not alive. I’m in heaven now with Jesus and I’ve come to help you and Mama find peace. Come with me, I have something to show you.” The trees surrounding them began to spin as the sky darkened. Chrissie felt dizzy and sick to the stomach. She closed her eyes to regain her balance and when she opened them up again it was dark and raining. Her and Cheryl were sitting in a tree above the road where their car went off the road that fateful night. “What are we doing here?” Chrissie asked with a shaky voice. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but she was certain she didn’t want to be here. She had relived the accident so many times in the last months and she didn’t want to do it again. It always ended the same and Cheryl would be gone again. “Shhh! Watch,” Cheryl whispered. Rain pelted the windshield and lightning flashed as a deer ran out in front of the car. “Look out!” Cheryl yelled. Chrissie swerved to miss it, lost control of the car on the wet road, and drove into the river swollen from rain. As the car sank, Chrissie unbuckled her seatbelt. “Cheryl, unbuckle your seat belt, and grab my hand!” Chrissie said as she watched Cheryl flail around. Cheryl smacked her and pushed her away.