Where was I? Why couldn’t I catch my breath? Was someone after me? I felt very disoriented, but that was nothing new as of late. My pupils adjusted ...o the darkness and my ragged gasps of breath began to slow to a more normal pace. I recognized my own bedroom and I rolled over to reach for the clock by my bed. Pushing the button on top illuminated the numbers that told me it was 3:40am. My heart was still pounding and my ears were keenly aware of the sounds around me as I slid my feet onto the. We settle small disagreements like this with the ‘Three Kick Rule.’” The lawyer asked, “What is the ‘Three Kick Rule’?” The Farmer replied, “Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up.” The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down. After a minute she invited me inside her house . I was on cloud number nine . I was very much happy to hear that . She said that her kids left for school and her husband will come at night . Hearing this my heart started to beat fast . She made me a tea . We both sat on her sofa drinking our tea . Laughter and a little chit chat we both were enjoying our company to each other . I was making her laugh a lot by my silly jokes also I was listening to her and her daily lifestyle . She told me that. Both occupants were mercifully killed instantly before the flames erupted to paint the evening sky in a brilliant collage of orange and red. The occupants of the other cars involved were badly injured but the cause of the tragedy suffered a few cuts and bruises. Barely two hours later I answered a ring at the front door only to be greeted by two Police officers. Both were visibly shaking, as white as ghosts and could barely speak coherently. Their manner was enough to convince me that something.