NICK
I stare at the piece of ground where the man was that was with me in the accident. Suddenly, I start to doubt myself. I am almost positive that I did not feel a heartbeat. But where the hell did he go to? How can I have been so wrong in checking someone's pulse and thinking that they are dead? Maybe I was so lost in my mind that I did not really do a proper job.
This makes me mad because he was my only lead in telling me who I am and now he is gone. I look around me and I hope that I could see him somewhere walking along the road but my luck is out. All I see is the desert and it is almost as empty as my thoughts.
