Thank God you didn't die, or the Maker or Creator or whatever. I believe in the power of prayer/positive energy. I'm glad you called your mom. Gotta ask. Were your keys with the water bottle? Did the water bottle get buried?

I would've been a crying, blubbering mess who'd probably have risked being murdered by that questionable Dexter resident. Pinging rocks at windows? Oh, man. So scary.

Love you so much.