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Maxwell's mind raced as he made his way home down the windy unpaved road. His car slipped and slid every now and again on the icy road.
He felt he was too busy to get a hotel. He had to get home and finish his script for his act.
He thought and thought. About his next show, about Charlie, about… the book.
Maxwell was yanked from his thought when his headlights came into contact with an elk.
He tore at the steering wheel. Narrowly avoiding the creature. Maxwell tried his hardest to compensate.
But it was futile; His fancy car skidded and hydroplaned off the road and tumbled onto its back.
Maxwell had hit his head very hard.
He hung limp, dangling from his safety belt.
He was beginning to fall in and out of consciousness.
But thank God, a torch shone in his face.
He was saved…