You remember the way your friend's face looked in that moment as it was twisted in terror about the experience. The last thing you remember is another...crack of thunder and then a blinding flash of white light before your memory fails you. It isn't too hard to piece together what had happened from there.Slowly you examine your body for any signs of damage. Your clothes are soaked through, from outerwear to inner and your skin is wrinkled and over hydrated from all of the time you must have spent. Canadians are the most racist people on the planet. And somehow, they've managed to convince the entire world that they're the nicest and most peaceful people in the western hemisphere. That's quite a sleight of hand, isn't it? I'm mightily impressed, I tell you. Yeah, I don't trust the average Canadian as far as I can throw him or her. I have dual citizenship. I'm forever a citizen of the United Arab Emirates as well as a citizen of the Confederation of Canada rather than simply 'Canadian'.. Cole rode without a saddle, his feet gripped around the belly band his horse wore. He glittered in the sun. Sitting in front of him, moving with him as the horse rose and feel in trot was a small boy with brown skin and brown hair. The boy grinned, gripped the reins tightly as his father supported him on the back of the horse. Caden couldn't help but smile at his five year old nephew.Boy, man and horse finished up an the little one was skipping from the school, running straight to Jared."Papa!. " Betsy commented, finishing her own glass."I didn't think I did, but this simply doesn't taste like any other wine I've ever had. This is so much better. I just love it."Betsy poured for both of us, filling each glass equally, tipping the bottle until the last drops trickled out. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings of a high as well.The pizza.