He was driving and then he wasn't. He simply wasn't. He was in the woods. What if this happened to you? What would you think? What would your thoughts be? “How did I get here?” he is what he thought. But he let the question slip his mind; he wasn’t at all too concerned. His brain wasn’t working right. His thoughts seemed to churn and churn. In every direction his mind would wonder.

Now he was in a field. It was night, but the daylight didn't yield to the night’s sky. The daylight sunk into the ground and shone upwards. He silently stared, not making a sound, astounded at the light that shone up through the ground. The light became bright, in time it blinded him. His sight was lost, but his visions remained. He saw trouble after trouble float through his head. Finally, he saw himself dead. His body was near the bottle and the vehicle. He saw his friends attending his funeral, none of them happy but none too sad. “He brought this on himself!” was what one of them shouted. Now he was upset, angry even. His cursed his own name; he knew he was dead. He screamed to get out and he woke up in bed.

This was the recovery room. In the night he thought he died, but he really survived an accident on the road. He looked around the room and saw no family visiting him. There was only a police officer, ready to arrest him when he recovered. What if this happened to you? What if the light shone through the floor? As for Mr. Walker, he drinks no more.