The siren of the ambulance, the voices of people screaming in horror at what has just happened creates chaos on the highway. Fred feels the moisture on his face, wipes with his hand and sees only the blood, for a few seconds he loses consciousness.

The rescue team goes down, and manages to get him out of the crowded car with the turns he made on the slope of almost five meters deep. The paramedic's questions stun him.

"Sir, do you hear me, can you hear me?" Fred feels dizzy, an incessant pain in his left thighs keeps him in absolute stress.

"My leg, my leg.” He complains, as the paramedic puts on a dose of painkiller to calm him down.

Meanwhile, at the clinic, Chelsea waits for the delivery of her mother's body, it was her wish, to be cremated and for her ashes to be scattered under the large tree planted on the bank of the river in the town where she lived for more than forty years.

Suddenly she hears the sirens and sees the ambulance stop, from which the bloodied body is lower