Prologue
A car sped across the gravel road, it's rusty plates worn and dirty.
I will save him, he's my best friend, and I can help.
Soon enough on the darkening horizon a silhouette began to make shape. The tow truck pushed faster to get to these dangered figures, causing his body to rattle. He came to an uncontrollable stop next to a pale blue Porsche. No wonder this cars friend had fallen in love with her periwinkle plates and demanding attitude.
"Mator! Quick, hurry he's going into a coma!"
Mator rushed over to what had once been a polished ruby red vehicle, which was now a complete mess. He was coated in dirt and it was hard for Mator to make out the damage that had been done except for a few large tire marks running down his sides.
"Is he going to be okay?" The Porsche asked frantically.
"Don't worry Sally, as long as I'm here he's going to be great." He finished the sentence determinedly.
His friend's body beneath Mator was breathing slowly, and slow, and slower.
I'm going to help you, he thought loyally, I know what to do...