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Joe desperately spun the wheel, attempting to avoid the inevitable.

The car hit the side of the van with a sickening crunch. It flipped over the guardrail and disappeared down the steep incline.

Frank was now growing worried. It was quarter past three, and Joe still hadn't turned up.

Although Joe was late for a lot of things, he would never be late for a date with Vanessa unless he had a good reason. And even then he would at least call.

Frank went inside and grabbed his mother's car keys off the hook. His parents had gone out, taking his father's car.

Frank scribbled a note for Joe—if he came home before Frank—and left.

Frank called Vanessa from his cell phone.

"Hey Vanessa, its Frank."

"Oh hey, Frank,"

"Is Joe there? He hasn't turned up and I'm stating to get worried,"

Please let him be there, please let him be there! Frank begged silently.

"Sorry Frank, he hasn't turned up here either."

The snow was falling heavily. The van had come to rest on its side and the snow had piled up thickly on the exposed side.

Joe Hardy moaned softly and opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he was aware of was how cold it was in the van. Then he realized he was lying in an impossible position. He tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but a searing pain coursed through his entire body. He gasped and sank back into the dark void of unconsciousness.

Frank drove through the streets of downtown Bayport, searching for the familiar black van.

After forty-five minutes of driving, Frank decided to head home. He took the long way home, driving along Shore Road.

Frank glanced at the fuel gauge. "Dangit!" he muttered aloud. "Got to tank up again."

He turned the wheel and pulled out onto Smitherson St, where there was a gas station.

Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, the tires skidding on the icy surface. "Oh no!" he cried, leaping out of the car, leaving the engine running.

There was debris strewn all over the road, obvious signs of a nasty accident. But it wasn't this that caught his eye.

Lying beside the centreline was a license plate; Frank and Joe's license plate.

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