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Forty-five days had passed since the accident. Forty-five days of suffering, with 3 less friends to help him through it. It had been 45 days since all the innocent lives had been lost, except one. One life was saved, and Ryan was wondering why it was his life. Why not Jen’s or Zach’s? Why not the 5 year-old boy’s sitting in front of him? These questions were buzzing in Ryan’s head, and he was having a difficult time going to sleep, but he was used to it. For the past 45 nights he couldn’t sleep. Ryan did not sleep that night, and when the alarm went off at 7:00, he was not to enthusiastic about getting up. Forty-five days ago he might have been happier.