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A/N: We're nearing the end of this story. Gasp, I know, quick right? I'd say maybe three or so more chapters until it ends. Thank you SO much for the reviews: I loved reading them. Not much more to say but: enjoy!

"When I get my hands on her," Jeff mumbled as he tried to drive. It was hard though. Every time he began to think about what he had just seen happen, he wanted to rip the steering wheel to pieces and pretend it was whoever took his soul mate from him. Hearing her screams, knowing she was in an immense amount of pain and terror was surging through her body was enough to make him wish it was him, and not her.

It was probably a good thing that he knew exactly where he was going this time around. The clue seemed unbearably simple compared to the last clue Coral had left. Although, it was very unnerving that Coral knew the private locations of his past, things that had never graced an internet blog ever and only were talked about through family memories, none of which Coral had ever been present for. He didn't want to know how she knew; he just wanted his hands around her neck.

The road Coral was speaking about was the road in his nightmares. About five years ago, Matt and Jeff had broken down on the exact road on their way home from Cracker Barrel with Shane Helms. They had walked the remainder of the way to Matt's house but by the time they drove back in Shane's car, Matt's car had been towed, something odd for a small town. It had remained a funny, yet strange subject between the friends for the time that has passed since. Jeff just wanted to know why the next clue was there. What would he see? Was it just some strange occurrence that the road happened to be the same road from his reoccurring dream?

As he drove, he wondered. The dream had been so terrible to him, so real and frightening. He didn't notice as a truck flashed their lights at him from behind. Somehow along the way, he had begun to drive slowly. Jeff pulled aside so the truck could pass, but it came to a full stop. Alarm filled Jeff's eyes as he realized who the truck belonged to: it was Shane's from Gas Chamber Ink. Whoever was inside was the same person who had taken Beth. But she wasn't in the truck. All he saw was the same ski mask and a sick smile.

Quickly, he pulled back into the road and began to drive. The truck matched his speed easily, revving the engine on several occasions. Then, the truck lunged forward, shoving into Jeff's much smaller convertible, sending him flying into the steering wheel and knocking the wind out of him.

From behind, the dogs yipped in fear. Jeff didn't have time to comfort them as the truck driver did the same thing again, this time making him loose the grip of the steering wheel. In an eerie irony to his dream, the car began to loose control and swerved off the road, going down a ditch and into an area that was just beyond the place the car had stalled all those years back.

The dogs were barking and howling as they spun down the hill toward that place and Jeff struggled to remain upright. He heard the truck driving away, the sound of rubber meeting gravel, spitting the dirt in a million directions. And when he finally came to a stop, Jeff sighed thankfully. Although he noticed a few scraps and a couple of sore areas, he was okay. The dogs also were okay much to his gratitude.

"Sorry Lucas, Lizzie," he muttered, seeing their untrusting eyes. Gently, he placed his trembling hand on Lizzie's head, patting it. Then, he turned his attention to his surroundings. Trying to open the door, he found it stuck. A few profanities escaped his lips while he pounded on it with his shoulder, leaving a searing pain in his arm.

"Shit," he growled, looking at his arm. There was a deep cut on his shoulder, bleeding somewhat rapidly. So, with one last pound, he managed to open his door, tumbling out into the dirty ground below him. More pains became apparent as he stood up. One pain in his left side, a nagging pain in his knee and a much more intense pain in his back, making it harder on him to remain upright. But with willpower, he opened the backdoor to the totaled car, grabbing the leashes that Lizzie and Lucas were on. There wasn't any way he would leave them there knowing that Coral could come and find the dogs and play cruel tricks on two innocent creatures.

"I'm going to kill her."

Slowly, he made it up the hill and back onto the road. Scanning the area, he searched for another clue, seeing nothing. Jeff knew he had to stop the bleeding on his arm, but he also knew time was running out. There was about an hour left until the three hour mark passed and Coral had said she'd hurt his family, Beth now obviously included. There wasn't any time to think about his pain or whatever else involved the crash. There was a clue somewhere here, he was sure of it.

Jeff searched the area for over ten minutes, scanning every tree in a thirty-foot radius, looking on every ounce of ground he passed but there was nothing. He collapsed on the ground, both of the dogs coming into his lap, licking his face. Had he come to the end? Was there no help left to save his family? He didn't see a clue. There just wasn't one there.

Lucas whined and nudged Jeff, pushing his doggy nose into Jeff's bleeding arm. "I know, Lucas. I know." But Lucas continued to whine and soon enough, so did Lizzie. "What is it?"

Before he could look behind him, something came down on his back, leaving a pain that could only be described as completely unbearable. Jeff cried out in pain, trying to see whoever was attacking him, but before he got the chance, the weapon came down again, but this time on his head. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was a twisted smile and bright, green eyes: Coral Moore.

Yikes! Coral makes her first appearance in a while! Now that Jeff's knocked out, will he be able to find the last clue in time and save everyone? Hmm... Anyway, read and review!