Grant and Lex made their way down to the bottom of the cliff. They washed the mud off themselves from a large pipe that was spewing excess water from the storm that had recently ceased.
Grant looked up at the large tree that the smashed Austin fell into.
"Timmy? Timmy! Tim!" Grant yelled. He turned to Lex, "Now, Lex, listen, listen to me, Lex. I'm right here. I'm gonna look after you, but I have to go help your brother. So I want you to stay right here, and wait for me!"
Shivering from fear, Lex said, "He left us. He left us!"
Grant looked at Lex, "But that's not what I'm gonna do. Okay?" Lex quickly nodded her head.
"Stay here." Grant said. Lex climbed up into the pipe.
"Timmy?" Grant yelled. He walked up to the tree and looked at the Austin. It was stuck high up into the tree.
Grant began climbing. He tried his best to get a good grip, despite the wood being soaked from the storm.
"Tim? You hear me? I'm coming up." Grant said. "I hate climbing. I hate trees. Way too high. Oh, goddamn tree." Grant muttered.
Grant finally reached the car. "Hey, Tim? Tim?" he asked.
Grant looked in through the window of the car which was shattered.
"Hey Tim?" Grant asked again. Tim looked up at him. He was still alive.
Grant opened the door of the car. "You okay? You okay?" Grant asked.
"I threw up." Tim muttered.
"Oh. Oh, that's okay." Grant said. Reaching out to him, Grant said, "I won't tell anyone you threw up. Just, just give me your hand."
Grant put his hand on the steering wheel. The tires slowly turned, and the car creaked.
Tim grabbed Grant's hand and started climbing out.
"Here, I gotcha. Come on." Grant said.
"Okay." Tim said.
"That's good. Over the wheel." Grant said.
"Don't pull me too hard." Tim said.
"No hurry." Grant said. The Austin continued creaking.
"Stand on the door. Hang on to me." Grant said.
"Okay, I got you." Tim said.
"Okay."
Grant and Tim stood on the branches of the tree.
"Well, that's not too bad, right, Tim?" Grant said, panting.
"Yes, it is." Tim said.
"Just like coming out of a tree house. Did your dad ever build you a tree house?" Grant asked.
"No!" Tim answered.
"Yeah, me too." Grant said.
The thing about climbing is, you never, never look down!" Grant said.
"This is impossible." Tim said. "How, how am I gonna do this? It's fifty-fifty feet!"
"I'm gonna help you." Grant said.
A branch snapped. The Austin lurched forward.
"Oh no." Grant muttered. "Tim, go!"
The two quickly climbed. Suddenly, a branch snapped, and the car slid down the tree where it stopped on a thicker branch. It was right over Grant and Tim.
Grant and Tim scrambled to get down out of the tree. The car continued to fall.
Finally, Grant and Tim reached the ground. Grant grabbed Tim and bent down on his knees. The car fell on top of them.
"Well...we're back...in the car again." Tim said.
"Well, at least you are out of the tree." Grant said.