“Did Lane find his way here?” I ask. “He’s in the truck,” Felix says as the passenger door of the truck opens almost on cue. Lane oozes out and holds two shaky hands up. When he finds the truck bed, he hangs on to it for dear life, like he’s just stepped out into hell. “Am I dead? I am dead. I have died…” Lane whispers. “Tell Felix I will find him in the afterlife.” “You’re not dead, you just luckily got to experience Antonio’s driving,” I say.
