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River could not stop staring at the white truck with the red insignia on it. Even when a hand grabbed her, guiding her away from the scene, she continued to stare over her shoulder, her feet tripping and stumbling over rocks. Even when a duo began talking to her, she only stared at the truck, hearing the sounds of their mouth, but not comprehending what they were saying. If River was asked to describe the two later, she would not be able to, due to the haze that swirled in her mind. All that was burned into her mind was the shining black bag with glimmers of white from the artificial light. 

[color=a2d39c]“[i]River…River…[/i]River!”[/color] As if she had jumped through time, the redhead was back in Chris’s truck. A truck that echoed with memories and for a brief, very brief moment, River could have sworn she heard the deep rumble of Chris’s father’s laugh. 

River glanced around, confused, staring out at the darkness that sped by her, shapes of trees and bushes. When she glanced into the rearview mirror, she only saw a slight lighting of the sky from unseen lights. 

[color=a2d39c]“River, are you okay?”[/color] Chris glanced from the street, his concerned eyes meeting River’s before her affectionately, but platonically, touched his best friend’s hand. Almost immediately, he withdrew. [color=a2d39c]“God, River, you’re cold!”[/color]

The exclamation completely snapped her from her haziness and she jumped in her seat, bewildered. [color=7ea7d8]“Chris, how did I get here?”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“Uh, you walked? Unless you’re secretly superman and can fly. So what was all the commotion at the lake about?”[/color]

River laid back into the chair distractedly, caressing her forehead as a small headache began to form in the middle, like a storm. [color=7ea7d8]“Someone drowned. Chris, I don’t remember coming back to the car.”[/color]

The brunet took a slow turn into their neighborhood, passing houses with brown rooftops and white walls, with trucks and minivans. [color=a2d39c]“Maybe you are in shock. Do you want to spend the night? Maybe that’ll help.”[/color]

[color=7ea7d8]“Yeah, sure. Thanks, Chris.”[/color] River answered, leaning her forehead against the window. For once, the window didn’t feel cold.

Later that night, River called her mom to tell her where she was before she collapsed into Chris’s bed, snuggling Chris’s old giant teddy bear named Wonder Will. Chris slept on the floor amongst heaps of blankets and pillows with Iron Man playing in the background.[/color]