Olly Frampton fights back his parting tears as they drive away from his home, and his father, into this storm. It’s all his fault. He stares at his mother’s tear-streaked face in the rearview mirror, terrified she will careen off the mountain. Suddenly, she breaks when police lights glare off the windshield. An officer in a yellow slicker waves them past an overturned car. She gasps. Olly presses his nose against the window. A small boy lies in the road with unblinking eyes, clutching his teddy in the rain before disappearing beneath a white sheet. Olly’s fears for his own life turn to profound sadness for the poor little guy, dying all alone on the road in the rain. A small voice makes Olly’s head spin and his eyes bulge. His pajamas and teddy bear wet from the rain, the boy smiles at Olly from the seat beside him. Olly shakes his head and blinks hard. Is this his imagination?