Then they charged in, making enough noise to wake the dead.Mr. C. let go of me when the lights went on, and when I next looked at him he was standing ...a couple of feet away from me. I honestly didn’t think anything was odd about that, either.Cheryl and Suzie turned up within thirty seconds, having heard the ruckus, but we pronounced them last.Then we had a powwow to come up with a dare for Cheryl and Suzie to do.Mr. C. knew about the dares, but he wasn’t aware of the specifics of past dares.. He smiled wryly and glanced at his young friend who also happened to be the couple's son."You didn't tell them, did you Private Rogers?" He was trying to make fun of an awkward moment. And it was awkward for all of them.He turned to the couple."I'm sorry. It's obvious you thought that I was Dustin's age. He must have skipped that little part." He looked at Dustin again as if "How did you do this?"Dustin shrugged. He hadn't given it any thought. Nobody had asked. Trey was his buddy. In basic. The head injury is obviously what ultimately got me. It was three months, two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and thirty-three minutes between the time I was emitted to the emergency room and the time that I woke up from my coma. Three months. That was a nearly a whole school semester at college. I had lost several months of time, the ability to recall names and faces on a dime, but I was alive. My mind was still recuperating from the accident when I made the choice to switch schools. It was. George spotted us in thecrowd and waved to us. We waved back and Hannah gave him a thumbs up. Ispotted Robert easily with his ginger red hair standing out. Even in hisuniform he looked hot. I guessed his parents were elsewhere. Dad noticedme looking at Robert and leaned in to ask, "Is that him?" I nodded. Dadsmiled and returned his attention back to the game.The game was exciting with both teams exchanging the lead a few timesbefore George's team came away with the lead at the end of the.