The window of the vehicle lowered, revealing the driver of the Toyota 4-Runner. My heart stopped. “MAKAI.” Suddenly, it was me yelling. “Makai!” “Get off, Glacier. Get off!” “Where are you?” “I’m positive I’m just behind you. Get off the fucking expressway, baby.” “It’s hi—” The force of impact slid my car across the expressway. My head collided with the steering wheel and everything around me blackened as gunshots rang out.