The Third Year After My Death
Along the way, he stepped on the gas pedal, driving as fast as he could, and the car's speed shot straight up to a hundred yards.
Finally, he arrived at the door.
The colleague looked at Winston. "Winston, aren't you getting married today?"
But Winston acted as if he hadn't heard him.
"Take the body out, the one the expedition team sent earlier."
I floated in the air, looking at Winston, who was somewhat bizarrely calm.
Winston, were you finally going to find me?