I couldn't have predicted the car barrelling down the street, no more than I could've predicted us waking back up on the sidewalk blocks from where we were hit.
"D-dad?" my daughter whimpered, still gripping my hand as she had when we were struck.
My cellphone chimed a melody, and upon taking it in my hand, I read: 'Set foot before ten-nine. Fail and be erased.'
Jaylee cried out as a sting ran through my arm. I glanced between us, palms showing digits like those of a clock, quickly running out.