Dupont was screaming his lungs out. He gripped the steering wheel firmly in front of him. His knuckles were white as he gripped it tightly. The sun blinded him, and he immediately slammed on the brakes with all his might. The momentum threw him forward, but his seat belt held him in place. Thankfully, he regained control of his limbs and his body. He noticed his vehicle was veering slightly to the right, and for a moment, he feared that the truck would roll over onto its side. But the movement stopped, and he regained his senses.
Dupont squinted to look forward before even trying to figure out where he was and why he was no longer on the plane. He felt his hair straighten as he noticed the picture of Manon, his first girlfriend, embedded in a brown bead necklace hanging from his rearview
