jared and i spent my last day of summer break at our oak tree . will is standing in front of the microphone on the stage , performing a piece as the sacrifice . after the crowd is behind us , the driver turns . i stood in shocked silence , trying to catch my breath and staring at the empty space where he 'd been . most of it for my own good . '' a moment later , just as they were beginning to get a rhythm going , someone tapped on his shoulder . 