Lights flashed like an Saturday night discotheque. The patient heard the surgeon say, "he had come out of the woods alone" and everyone laughed.

He remembered the woods now. Dark, touchy-feely woods that had welcomed him in with promises of light, all the while singing dirges and telling jokes.

But there were so many trails; which should he follow?

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a nickel and flipped it straight up into the air. He waited seven minutes and when it didn't come back, he closed his eyes and walked in no direction.