Justin and I were at my paretnts house, in the office getting ready to do another show. We were making a n on-air recording sign, and i was looking all over for a red sharpied. I heard something outside and looked out the window, a steam-engine train was dropping my grandfather off, but he tripped and fell under the wheels. I started yelling for te train not to leave, but it kept going- though it disconnected the engine car from the rest, leaving him in one piece.
We ran outside to help him get up when two blue mustangs drove down the street and ran him over, then turned and plowed over my parents. I pulled out my leatherman knife and ran at the car, jumping on the hood and slicing the driver’s knieck through the window, then smanaged to get the passanger as well. I think that’s when I woke up.