I can still see, in my mind's eye, Serling standing there in stark black and white, wearing a suit with a thin tie, smoking a cigarette, and telling me I'd just crossed over to the twilight zone. It may have been my earliest inspiration to write. I enjoyed writing this even though, as Wayne and Garth would plead, "I'm not worthy". And so, I submit for your approval this tale of the unknown, the unlikely, and the macabre.