Chapter 13: Back to Reality
"What do you mean I've been out for 4 days?"
"I mean...You've been out for 4 days."
Huh, I've been unconscious for 4 days.
"How do you feel?"
"Ugh, like I was hit by a dump truck at 130 miles an hour."
"Close. Try a black Mark III Supra at 75 miles an hour."
"Do you mean..."
"Yep. The driver of the Supra you were racing against was drunk as hell. I'm not too familiar with the laws in America regarding alcohol, but apparently he had a 0.16 BAC."
"Well, at least it wasn't the street gang trying to get their stupid RX7 back."
"Yeah...Wait, what street gang?"
"Don't you remember two chapters ago? We were trying to buy the RX7 from a gang and they kept on giving us trouble."
"No..."
"Yeah! We fought them and beat them down in 45 seconds flat! Shawn gave us an MG42 for protection!"
"Greg, we bought the car from a used car lot. It cost $6000."
"So there was no gang, no fight, and no MG42?"
"No, no, and...what's an MG42?"
"It was a mach- you know what, nevermind."
"Damn, you must've had one hell of a dream!"
"Yeah, I guess so. So, what happened during my 4 days of sleep?"
"Well, the hotel we were staying at gave us a call. Apparently we owe the valet boy who parked the Chevelle a new set of trousers."
"I told him to start in third...Wait! I just remembered something! Wasn't there a girl at the race?"
"Oh yeah. Hey, Charlie! He's awake now."
A tall man walks into the room. He's somewhat well built, and has Alpinestar gloves that look like The Stig's.
"Hey, mate! That was a whopper of a crash, glad to see you're okay."
He has a very deep accent. He's either British or Australian.
"British."
"What?"
"I saw the little line after mine. My name is Charlie Clarkson, I'm British, and yes, I do know Jeremy Clarkson, but we're not related, thank God."
"Okay..."
"I'd just like to start off by saying thanks a million for saving my cousin Elise's life."
"Who?"
"That girl from the race. Ah, you know what? I just realised that you probably heard me yell out Amy. That's her middle name. Her first is Elise."
"What, like the car? That's an awesome first name."
"Well, there's a long story behind that, but that's for a rainy day."
Then, it started raining.
"Ah, well you know what I mean, don't ya Greg?"
"Hey, how do you know my name?"
"D'you know a man named Tony? Tall guy, 30, too much free time?"
"Yeah. What about him?"
"I'm a friend of his, and he told me to look out for you coming to Seattle. You're probably wondering how he knew you were coming here? Well, I'm sure you also know a Mr. Shawn Tanaka. I've known him since he was very young, and I also know his parents very very well."
"Hey, my head feels like someone, well, drove a Mark III Supra into it. Could you slow down?"
"Sorry."
"Anyway, who's this girl?"
"Oh, you'll meet her. I'm going to go get the doctor, and you need to rest."
"See ya, man."
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Back to Charlie's house. It's, as you Americans would say, off da hook, playa!"
The doctor comes in and tells me that All of the important bits of my head were okay, but the rest took quite a beating. Probably explains why I was talking in a Russian accent. They would have to keep me here for a few days to make sure I wasn't going to pass out and die.
*A few days later*
Ladies and Gentlemen, let me give the rundown of your local hospital: Food sucks, room sucks, TV sucks. It only had one channel, which was CNN...
# Reporter:
The Japanese Ground Self Defense Force has announced that the city of Tsukuba has been finally rebuilt after reports of mass destruction in the city came in last month...
Which was very annoying, since it repeated the same thing every hour. I had a glorious roomate, a 67-year-old man with both high blood pressure AND asthma, all rapped together in a beautiful life support machine. I was wondering If I should just jump out the window, and then...
Doctor: "Alright, everything looks okay. Just a few more minutes and you'll be able to check out!"
After God knows how long, I was free. I check out, get my clothes back, and head into the waiting room and find PJ, Charlie and the girl who's known as either Elise or Amy.
"Hello, you must by El- I mean, Amy. Good to meet you."
"Thanks for saving my life."
She then gives me a very, VERY strong bear hug.
"Oh, god..."
"Amy, sweetheart, I think you're choking the poor boy."
"Oh, sorry!"
Weird, this girl didn't have an accent. Oh well.
"Alright, let's get to the car park. We have a present for you to say thanks."
Once we get down to car park, my, my...
"A present from Amy."
"Wow! You did this?!"
"Why? You hate it, don't you?!"
"No, this is great, thanks!"
"Oh, um, you're welcome."
Wow, this girl knew how to fix a car! She was also very shy, so I better make sure I watch my charm aro-
"OW!!"
"Don't even start. The Dukes of Hazzard are more charming than you are."
"You should've seen the oil in this thing. It looked like someone had mixed Skittles with oatmeal, yet it smelled like wet dog."
"Good thing this story doesn't have Smell-o-Vision. Anyway, where are we going?"
"There are some more of those horsepower-limited races going on at a track called Sears Point in California. The way they're set up, anyone can enter, but if you get the podium in 3 races, you get a very tidy sum of money."
"So, will I be racing you?"
"No, the Lancia blew its engine. Again."
"How much is again?"
"Eight."
"Well, you know Lancia is known worldwide for their cars being extremely reliable."
"Aw sod off. We're wasting time, so we've got to go."
"Is this your Integra? It looks much better in white."
"Thank You."
End of Chapter 13. So now there are two new charecters. Hopefully I won't screw up the rest of the story.