"I'm in a conspiracy. My fate may be cemetery." he spoke on the phone. He had no possibility of finding his mother who claimed he was in a moving car's trunk. His mother suffered from asthma attacks time to time. Truth was, she was about to die of suffocation at any time because she was in an enclosed space without an aspirator. He could not risk by letting sacrifices of Raymond and Taggart to perish for a woman who was going to die anyways.

"Soon it will be over," he wept on the phone, "I'm very very sorry. If is stop then I'll get myself killed…"

"Don’t worry…I'll die a – a silent death…a peaceful one…" then the voice of crying came. He could hear she already had started to suffocate – from her shortening breaths. Even the sobbing resembled to hiccups. It was a terrible feeling to hear somebody dying on the phone.

He didn’t hang up the call until he saw a towering building with lights in front of him. It was Saint Joseph Medical Center. He checked his pocked and discovered some hundred dollars stuffed in it. He had made his mind on buying tablets of Acetaminophen and Naproxen for the possible headache attack which had chance of starting at any time.

As he drew closer to the building he put on the brakes of his car and ran outside it. He still had his phone on his ear and even though no voice came from there. He was about to hang up the call when the voice said, "Allan…I think they are about to take me out of here. The car has stopped."

O'Connell was walking with giant leaps until he heard the sentence from his dying mother. He paused and almost dropped his phone.

Lisey O'Connell could feel her inability to breath in the uncomfortable car trunk. She knew the suffering was soon going to end because she couldn’t survive on her weak lungs without aspirator for next five minutes.

She could see nothing in the darkness but it couldn’t stop her from hearing someone's hand moving on the metal roof above her. She was right. Someone was about to unlock it. She knew her action to defend herself could be fatal. All she did was hiding a small handset inside her torso.

With a thump the narrow vault opened and above her was open night sky with stars. She felt breeze hit her face which was covered in sweat. For a lot of das she hadn’t seen light for she never had woken up in the meantime. She got dazzled and blinked when she attempted to look what was in front of her. She saw more stars and moon but this time someone was staring down at her.

She found hard to believe what she thought was seeing.

This must be hallucination!

She was wrong about the hallucination. What stood in front of her was real. The face of Allan O'Connell wasn’t a hallucination.

"God Almighty!" O'Connell looked down in despair. He never knew but Raymond was the one who had put her in there from the coffin which he had brought with him in the bar. He then understood the reason behind Raymond's desire to know if it was his car or not.

He couldn’t be more relieved but he knew what she required the most wasn’t her son's presence but the aspirator.

She took her out of there and put her in the back seat of the car.

"I'll get the aspirator." he said and locked the door with window panes wide open.