Cliff woke up that night with the driest throat he'd had in years. It could have been the weather. It was too for him cold up here in Sweden, he liked it much better in California. Whatever it was, he had to get up and get a drink. He got out of his bed which he had won for the night. He stretched for a second. He felt a bump, he grabbed onto something. The entire bus flipped. He looked and saw that just a minute ago, he would have died. Cliff tried to catch his breath. Everyone was awake now, they managed to catch their breath and they were glad everyone was okay. It seems they slipped over some black ice. They were glad they had avoided something that could have been fatal. Metallica always had a little bit of fear whenever they toured in Sweden afterwards.