The piercing sound of an oncoming car horn snapped Mitchell out of his reverie, but it was already too late. The screech of tires and the deafening crash echoed in his mind before everything faded to black.
Passersby screamed as the two cars collided. Twisted metal glinted under the sunlight, and smoke rose faintly from the crumpled vehicles. People gathered cautiously, unsure of the scene’s grim reality until one brave soul moved closer.
“Wait! Isn’t that… isn’t that Mitchell Alexandro?” someone yelled.
Whispers spread like wildfire. The weight of the name seemed to push the onlookers into action. Phones were whipped out, ambulances were called, and a group of men worked together to pull Mitchell’s unconscious body from the wreckage. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead, and his
