The boy sat in a corner crying. All he could see was the accident playing out again and again in front of him, everything else was just a blurry field of white. It was all his fault. They had been going for a ride on Jack's new bike, "faster, go faster daddy" he had cried as they zipped along the deserted country road. The roar of the engine and the wind in his hair made him feel like he was flying, he spread his arms like wings and shouted again "faster, faster, I want to go faster". Jack smiled and revved the bike. The kid was all he had left after his wife left them, and he loved him. They were going really fast now, too fast, and as they rounded the corner he saw a truck hurtling down at them, Jack swerved but there was nowhere to go, they went off the road and hit a tree and everything went black. The boy cried with increased intensity as he replayed the accident yet again. Everyone knew it was his fault, they all blamed him for what he'd done to daddy, they hadn't even let him go in the ambulance with him, they had just ignored him. Now all he could do was sit and cry and wait.

Jack fought for his life in the hospital. A 50% chance is what the doctor's had said when the paramedics brought him in, but he still hadn't regained consciousness and things were beginning to look bleak. Jack was doing all he could to hang on, his mind couldn't stop worrying about what his son was going through, then he heard him. Even through the numbness caused by the concussion and the drugs he could hear his son calling out to him and suddenly there was no question of a fight, he had to go to his son, he had to look after him.

Jack walked into the white field. The boy looked up through his tear stained eyes as he heard the footsteps. "Is that you, daddy?". Jack smiled "yes", he said simply. The boy ran to him and throwing his arms around Jack said, "don't leave me again daddy". "I won't", said Jack and took the boys hand and both stepped out of the white field into heaven.