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

He remembered the woods now. Dark, cold, gray woods that had lured him in with promises of light, all the while singing lullabies and reading obituaries.

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

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