The mask. It had a phone number in it. They needed to find her. Well, that's what Mike thought. He was in love with her. He just, well, never got the chance to tell her. "Mike?" Ryan asked. He noticed that Mike had been a little bit shaken. "Yeah?" Mike asks while looking up from the steering wheel for a split second. "Is it okay if I talk to Debra?" He asks. "Sure, if you want to." On the outside Mike tried to act mostly calm, but on the inside he was a wreck. His throat was closing up, and he felt as if he couldn't speak, his stomach was in knots, and his heart was beating loud enough that Debra could probably hear it. If she was alive. If she was alive. His own thoughts rang through his head. "Debra?" Mike heard Ryan ask. "I'm here." she said. Mike's heart started beating faster as he heard her voice turning gravelly. He started to drive faster; paying no attention to the speed limit. Finally they got there. He looked at the time. 12:54. Good. They got there 6 minutes earlier than they expected to. Instantly Mike ran to the coffin; shovels were sitting on a pile of dirt. He started digging while Ryan was still on the phone with Debra. "I can hear someone digging, what is going on?" Debra asked nervously. "Mike is digging. He just hit the coffin." Ryan explained as he dropped the phone close by and swept the dirt of the top of the coffin. "1, 2, 3!" Ryan said as they lifted the board. The first thing Debra did was take a deep breath. Mike un-tied her hands. and wrapped them around himself as he lifted her weak body out of the coffin. Her warm body pressed against his as he held her in a tight embrace. He had saved her. She clung to him as if her life depended on it. In a way, it did. Finally, the mix of tears of joy and sadness that streamed down her face dwindled away as she embraced Mike harder. She did not want to let go. She wanted to remember him forever. She wanted to stay in the arms of her savior forever.