“Huh?” he looks down and sees the cut. He looks back up at me and it seems as if he had just seen a ghost. “Oh, no… It’s too late… I remember now…”

“Remember what? What are you talking about?”

“The train… My daughter and I were on our way to my parents’ house.. The track was somehow disconnected. The train derailed…”

Oh my God! What is going on?! I thought.

“and we went off the cliff,” he continues, “Glass was flying all over the place. A giant piece of glass cut me across my stomach… Then it sliced my daughter’s throat right open..”

I begin to cry and ask “How did you survive?”

“I don’t think I did… We crashed into the bottom of the tressel…”

NO WAY !! He can not be serious! H-he’s.. DEAD ?!?!