How come he had landed at this tiny town? he wondered. It appeared to him a very odd choice. Then it occurred to him. He was merely being guided by some unseen force. Like when one drops a coin and cannot find it after frantically searching for it. In desperation one drops another coin of the same denominator in perhaps the identical manner to follow its trail as it rolls off. It is most likely that the second coin shall land up in close vicinity of the former. So in that sense the second inning is of commendable value for searching the first for some meaning worthy of assessment.