"It's so cool of your parents to let me go to the Con with you guys." Tiffany remarked from the back seat of the car. They were now on the highway, in Orlando. Jame's mother turned back to face them from the passenger seat. She had a big grin on her face as she said. "Well, we need someone to keep James out of trouble. While we are doing signings at the booth."<br/><br/>His Father was a big time Manga writer, and his mother did most of the art for his series. They worked really well together. And since he was their son that meant he got to go to Cons with them. He was pretty lucky to have such cool parents.<br/><br/>He noticed they were coming over a tunnel that had a road intersect through it. As he said,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, come on I'm 17 now. Not that-"</span></span></span>He would have continued but that's when the car in the other lane struck them. He could tell they had rolled over the side. Then the roof buckled in as they slammed into the road below. Before he had a moment to think, a car on that road must have hit them. For they started to spiral then connected with something else until they finally stopped.<br/><br/>Woozy, he couldn't concentrate, was that his arm over there away from him? Sure enough, his right arm was missing. He pushed it to the back of his mind, and looked for everyone else. There was Tiffany, he crawled pulling with his left arm, and pushing his legs off the frame of his door allowing him to scoot across the ceiling. When he got to her he could see she wasn't breathing. Starting to panic he looked around for his parents. But they were in worse shape.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes wishing it was all just a bad dream. But when he opened his eyes, he was still in pain, and everything was still a wreck. But now he saw something he didn't before, a painting of a castle in the sky with a gold frame and a plaque he couldn't read from here. Confused he reached out to touch it, suddenly he felt being dragged in. Having no energy to fight it, he found himself falling again. And he thought to himself, am I going to heaven? The wind flew back his empty right sleeve, along with some blood. He landed on the ground right on his wound. He cried out in pain for a split second, until he fell into unconsciousness.