Darkness is replaced by pain. The feelings in your hand, knee, and head have increased and now you find yourself on that little cement block you call your front porch. Your eyes open as you turn and find yourself sprawled down the cement steps. There is a hole in the knee of your pants and blood trickling down the scrape but it doesn't seem you've broken anything. You spot your cell phone and scoop it up, disappoint to see the new screen cracked in a spiderweb pattern. It still works though, and displays the same time it had when it flew from your hand. It buzzes in your grip and satan's face illuminates the screen. A sigh escapes you lips as you draw your finger across the shattered screen, gathering a glass splinter in the process.

Hello? you say as you accept that your adventure is over and you get to spend a day serving ungrateful yuppies over priced caffiene.