Nick was looking forward to a weekend of beer and basketball with his old college buddies. They met every March for the first round of March Madness at Jim’s lake house in the small town of Black Crow. Nick was also the king of pranks and this year he had one that would top last year’s by far.
His excitement was dampened when he found himself driving through dense fog. He could barely see the lines on the road and had to crawl along so he could navigate the sharp curves leading into town.
He was just thinking that he had to be close when a stopped car suddenly loomed out of the fog. He slammed on his brakes and stopped just inches from the car. Its hazards were blinking, and the driver’s door was open.