It was dark. He had nodded in a couple of minutes ago and only the rhythmic bumping of the car indicated that they were going fast. Time was passing slowly and they had already been on the road for hours. The passing lights shone dimly through his closed eye lids and he could just hear his parents mumbling in the front. Suddenly there was a shriek of terror- a shriek which sat his teeth on edge. He just opened his eyes right in time to see the dark deer that had run in front of their car. But there was not enough time to change the direction because the velocity was deadly fast. Although everything happened in a split second it seemed to take place in slow motion. The car hit the animal badly and it couldn't be got under control again. It went into a skid, turned and twisted and finally overturned several times. One of the back doors had been opened and the frightened boy must have been thrown out of the car before it was stopped by a tree roughly and began to burn. The weak little body got up slowly and stumbled because he felt a sudden sickness coming up. What had happened? Had the darkness, the screaming, the pain been real? Filled with horror he gradually turned around because he was afraid of having to face the destruction awaiting him. His normally curly and blond hair stuck to his skin closely since there was a mixture of blood, sweat and dirt on his head. His bright, blue eyes darkened when he carefully gazed at the burning car wreck, but there was no scream or any tears. He just knew, in spite of only being aged 12 by now, that he couldn't live without his family. They meant everything to him. He approached the car. Although the heat was almost unbearable he could get close enough to see his father's bleeding head lying on the steering wheel. His left arm was twisted in an unnatural way. The boy didn't know whether he was still alive, but fortunately the flames were still burning in the back. Suddenly his attention was attracted by someone's voice. His mother must have gotten out, so that he hurried to find her. The bones of her lower leg had pierced the skin and were visible. In spite of his mother's crying he could drag her further away. But what else could he do? He didn't know how to help and he knew his father would scorch within the next couple of minutes. He was helpless and panic was creeping through his body. The throat was tightening and the legs shaking. He was desperate, he was left alone. When the car exploded he arose. He touched his head. Indeed his hair was sticky, but on his hand there couldn't be seen any blood. The groaning and crackling of the fire had seized and there was total silence. His heart was nearly jumping out of his chest, but still he got up and went to his parents' bedroom. They were safe, but the feeling of his own helplessness hadn't left him. Never ever he wanted to feel that paralysis again. It must be the best thing on earth to be able to help, to help and rescue everyone, he thought by himself and the slight glance of his smiling eyes filled them again.