Canceled

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What if that happened? Cody asked himself as he crossed some train tracks in Salt Lake City, Utah. C'mon, Cody, think on the bright side. Just think of this as driving back home from work, except this time, it's across the country. He continued down S Main St. He took a left and ended up on W Temple. And then he saw it. A car. Yes, a car, not a train. A car that apparently had driven into a building. Police were surrounded over the scene. He got out of the car in the middle of the road, leaving people to honk and scream specific words at him. They all passed. He walked over to a police officer talking to his partner while they stared at the car. He reached them and asked, "What the heck happened?" The officer turned his head to Cody. His name tag identified him as Carl Binning.

"Some idiot was drunk and rode into that building. The man's dead."

"How could that kill him?" Cody asked, his eyes wide with shock.

His partner responded this time. His name tag identified him as James Binning. They were brothers. "Well, his windows smashed when his car hit and the glass got in his skin."

"What's his name?"

"Kurt."

"Kurt who?"

"Kurt Martin." Cody felt himself tumble to the ground, although he kept himself completely still. Kurt Martin. His father.

"K-Kurt Martin?" James nodded. "Why? Do you know him?" Cody felt a tear roll down his cheek.

Cody nodded. "He's my father." Carl twisted his head to Cody.

"Kurt Martin is your father?" Cody nodded.

"Can I…" Cody pointed to the scene.

"Of course. Come here." James led him to the horrifying scene in front of Cody and ducked under the yellow 'DO NOT ENTER' Police tape. Cody followed and when they entered the building through the gaping hole in which the car had entered, there was a crowd of police. There were paramedics who were getting Kurt on a gurney. "Excuse me, excuse me…" The police and paramedics were doing their jobs, not hearing James speak. "Excuse me, I... PEOPLE!" The police and paramedics turned their heads towards Cody and James's direction. "This is Cody. Cody Martin." There were a few murmurs. "Yes, he is the father of Kurt, our victim in this tragedy." Then there was chatting. Police and paramedics were talking to each other about Cody. "He… SHUT UP!!!" Everyone went silent. "Please let him see his father. Cody, go ahead."

Cody nodded and walked to the gurney. People watched as he knelt in front of the pale face of Kurt Martin. "Hey, Dad. I haven't seen you since last Christmas. But I never would've guessed that seeing you walk out that door and announcing that you're leaving for tour was the last time I would see you. Alive, anyway." He turned his head to the police and paramedics who were watching without the slightest sound. He turned his head back to Kurt. "I, uh… I know that you weren't drunk, that's not like you. Unless they have full evidence, I don't believe that you were drunk."

Someone coughed. "But you're safe now… in Heaven. With God. Just give me a sign. What killed you? What killed you, Dad? What caused you to drive off the road and into the building? Please give me a sign." He paused. "I love you, Dad. Even if I don't see you a lot, I love you. I love you so much." He paused again. "Goodbye." He stood, walked over to James, and nodded, meaning, Lets leave. James nodded too. So they left, the police and the paramedics left in their place, having heard the whole conversation.

Cody drove away. Away from that awful scene. He stopped at a red light and slammed his head into the seat. He ignored the pain in his head. What the heck happened to Dad? Cody sighed and saw the light turn green and he took a left on W Temple. He felt like- The radio suddenly turned on. It made Cody jump and he quickly shut it off, having time to glance at the radio channel. 45.0. Cody rode on. But that specific number made Cody halt in the middle of the road again. 45. That had to mean something. It was a sign! And then the radio turned on again.

A man was talking. "And its 45 minutes to Midnight! Its going to get stormy here tonight, so drivers, hold on tight! I'm Bryce Lautner, and no, I'm not a brother of Taylor Lautner! Here's Someday by Rob Thomas!" Cody turned the radio off. 45 minutes. That had to mean something. Anything. Cody sighed and pulled out his phone. He decided to call his mom.

She picked it up after the second ring. She was crying. Apparently she knew. "Hi, honey. I have some bad news."

"I know, Dad died. Car accident. But I know he wasn't drunk. He's not like that."

"I didn't believe it either, Cody. You should call Bailey."

"Alright. I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Cody." She hung up and Cody immediately called Bailey. She answered.

"Hi-"

"Bailey, you won't believe-"

"I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you soon. Thanks, have a great day." Cody shut his phone. He closed his eyes and sighed. He quickly sped away.

1:50 AM, Bonanza, Utah

Cody entered Bonanza, Utah and saw the sky light up with lightning. There was a big crackle of thunder that made Cody's ears hurt slightly. There was a car behind him and that was what was all in sight on the roads. Thunder crackled, lightning struck, and Cody became quite scared. But he pushed that aside and drove on. Still lightning struck and thunder crackled. Cody quickly drove on. And then the lightning struck. Beside the edge of the road a telephone pole stood high. But that telephone pole was soon on the ground as the lightning struck the top of the telephone pole.

The telephone pole landed right behind Cody's car and right in front of the other car. The front bumper smashed into the telephone pole. Airbags went off in the other car. Cody quickly stopped and got out, not bothering to wait for the car to stop completely. He ran to the other car and saw a women and a kid- the kid in the front seat, tragically- who were crying. The woman was, anyway, for the kid was unconscious, or, pray to God he wasn't, dead.