After a violent car accident, sixteen-year-old Jeremy Drake is thrust into the coma-state world of Nevermore - a dream world accidentally created by his estranged brother. Hunted relentlessly by a shadow, Jeremy must come to terms with his parent's death and escape the coma before his mysteriously aging body falls victim to the ravages of a fabricated existence.
Jeremy slouched in the passenger seat, face pressed against the car window, breath steaming the cool glass. Outside, people in black drifted downhill, passing like a procession of shades under the dark, leafy oaks of the cemetery.
"Would you like to talk?" Mary asked, wiping at the mascara smeared beneath her eyes.
"What's there to talk about?"
"Nonna-" his sister caught herself. "Grandma Maria was the last family we had."
Not entirely true, he thought. What happened to you, Peter?
"But I'm home for good now," she continued as they left the lot. "And... things will be different."
In that instant, Jeremy loved her. She honestly believed what she said; but what Mary needed was the future and what Jeremy wanted was the past.
"Jeremy-" Mary stopped and frowned. She pumped the brake repeatedly, the car answering with empty thuds as she brought her foot down again and again. They weren't slowing. Her knuckles whitened on the wheel. She slammed her foot down, but the brake pedal grunted uselessly.
Jeremy's eyes locked on the intersection ahead and widened. The traffic light screamed red, screamed stop.
Everything slowed, the moment stretching into eternity. A maze of cars through the intersection. The light glaring red, red, red, unchanging. And finally, a massive truck, barreling at them like some hammer of destiny. But he didn't believe in destiny. And the moment was most certainly not eternal.
The semi slammed into the passenger side, sending the two ton sedan tumbling like a child's toy.