Michael glanced at his gas meter and sighed when he saw the needle on E. He steered the car to the side of the road. Why, he didn't know, seeing that there was no traffic to avoid.

Nearly an hour later, Michael saw a truck in the distance. It was moving toward the direction he came from, but he wasn't going to complain. He stepped into the street and waved at it.

The truck came to a halt and Michael ran to it. He sat in the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt as they sped away.

"Thanks," Michael said. "You can just drop me off at the nearest gas station."

The driver didn't speak. His eyes were glazed over, as if he had just stopped crying.

Michael thought nothing of it. He just watched the seemingly endless desert scenery.

From time to time, Michael would look at his companion.

A while ago, the driver had resumed his quiet sobbing and never bothered to hide it.

Michael was highly curious about this distraught man, but figured it was none of his business.

"I'm sorry," the driver suddenly choked out.

Michael looked at him. "For what?"

When the tearful driver said nothing more, Michael looked out his window.

The back of his head suddenly slammed into the cushion of his seat. He could hear the truck vrooming along the straight road. Surprised, he looked at the driver.

Through his tears, the driver had a look of determination in his eyes.

"Hey, slow down!" Michael warned.

The driver did not seem to hear him.

The truck was nearing a warning sign with a picture of a cliff. Still, the vehicle showed no hint of slowing down. If anything, it just went faster.

Michael watched the sign zoom past them and really began to panic. Frantically, he gripped his seatbelt and starting yanking on it. His fingers then clumsily felt for the release button.

When he was unstrapped, it was as if he had just realized how fast the truck was moving. More fear sank in when he concluded that jumping out was not a much better alternative than sitting there, especially when the truck was approaching a cliff.

Swiftly, Michael grabbed the steering wheel.

With a shocked expression on his face, the driver pressed the pedal down as hard as he could and tightened his grip on the wheel.

The cliff was just yards ahead.

The two men struggled for control of the vehicle. The truck skid from side to side of the curving street.

"Stop the truck!" Michael yelled.

The truck crashed through the metal barrier and went flying right off the cliff.

The driver had gotten what he wanted.