Sarah couldn't breathe. There was no air coming out of the vents, as if oxygen suddenly felt sparse and quickly dispersing elsewhere. Dad wasn't in his designated seat. But it seems they had reached their destination. The house looked familiar. It was still day although the sun had already begun to set from the right window. The heat pounded ferciously against the glass, demanding more sweat and red to perspire on her delicate skin. She lurched forward, then instantly retracted back into her seat once more. The complex cross belt strangled her chest and refused to loosen. Sarah's lungs heaved as panic began crashing down in waves. Why would he ever leave her? Fumbling to find the damn red button, her sweet innocent tears trickled down those round cheeks of hers. Crying out in utter frustration as she could not blink them away. Her small hands clawed at her strung up prison. Click. Release encouraged her to gasp for more air as she climbed her way to the front. Dad was no where in sight. Her tiny face burned full of loss, rage and confusion. She yanked at the handle which remained locked. Another pull at the door only sent her body flying backwards into the adjacent seat. She laid there crying and defeated. She savored every last breath as if it were her last until black dots emerged inward from her peripheral. The desperate child cried out hopelessly "DADDY!" over and over. "DADDY!" did not transcend outside that lonely minivan.