It was around 11’o clock and I slept in my room. It was around 2 am when I realized that someone was trying to wake me up, and then I realized its m... mom, she was in her nighty and she was crying.As soon as I noticed tears in her eyes, I stood up immediately. I asked her what happened? She was crying too much.I took her face in my hands, and asked what happened why was she crying so much? She said ‘ I will tell you everything, but you have to promise me that you wont tell this to anyone!’ I. Of a morning, they have a ritual which involves sitting on their back porch, sipping coffee before going back in for breakfast.Sandy always comes out early, I guess she is up usually before her husband.She will often sit there sipping her coffee, glancing in my direction. She can see straight into my room, though the distance would not make it easy to see too much. Though, I guess seeing that I can see enough of her in detail, she can see enough too.To begin with, we were both happy to just. Dowty was probably unconscious because of the fumes and a failed respirator unit, and every breath of his inched him closer to permanent brain damage and death. I tried to force his canopy open, but Dowty's cockpit compartment was deformed from the mechanical stresses of the impact. I emptied a clip from my auto-pistol trying to lodge it free, but to no avail. I tried to use some broken fuel line as a lever but it would not even budge.My flight suit indicators flashed red for toxic/radioactive. I just jumped into the ambulance, took Mary’s pale hand in mine and started praying, silently reflecting that it was the first time in years that I asked the lord for a miracle, at the same time imagining Mary’s dry laughter at the idea if it all. * * * * * I woke up with a silent, panicked scream, then desperately tried to figure out where I was and what had happened. My mind was sluggish and I had difficulties sorting old painful memories from the somewhat painful reality. I was lying in bed.