She pointed behind me. A cyclone whirled towards us, dangerously close. I watched as it picked up my car, a crappy 1980 Ford Taurus. It’s power didn’t surprise me, how close it was did.

I jumped headfirst into the ditch, rolling to the lowest point, before I finally looked up. I watched as the bright red corvette was swept up, along with the woman into the treacherous winds. For a second I heard her scream.

When I felt that the tornado was gone I slowly crept up the side of the ditch. I surveyed my surroundings. The sky was completely blanketed by clouds, dark gray clouds. Thunder and lightning cracked through the fluffy sheet shocking the Earth. The ground was being drilled by numerous tornadoes.

Something was obviously wrong here.

I started to walk, but I knew I had no way of getting out of this no man’s land without transportation.

As if reading my thoughts, a dark gray BMW Z4 dropped out of the sky, completely unharmed. She was a beauty.