Tullier was exhausted, and he fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, he was jerked from his slumber. Something was wrong; he felt it instinctively. “Is something wrong, guys?” he asked the others in the car.
Jaxon shrugged. “I don’t think so, no.”
A minute later, there was a sort of creaking sound, and then, with a resounding crash and the sound of splintered music notes, the roof of the car collapsed. A piano had fallen from the sky and onto the car, killing all of the occupants.
April fools. 🙂