I snatched the seat belt off of me and crawled out the window. T. was hanging on the passenger side, upside down. I unsnapped his seat belt and pulled him through the window onto my lap, screaming for him to wake up. There wasn’t a single mark on him, but he wouldn’t wake. He wasn’t breathing. I sat there giving him mouth to mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, knowing in my heart that his spirit had left his body.