One day a man named Mike Schmoe was going to go up to his mother’s house to pay her a visit. He never understood exactly where he had to go. In the time we let him pack we had made a plan. When he goes on his trip before school starts we will make it his worst choice. We are one, one and only one. In the end we are really I and I am the fear of being lost. I am black shape with red eyes that match my body. Surrounded in a black cloak, concealing myself in the dark nights of fog. Never has Mike been lost. He's never left his home town. Never ventured anywhere. Always had everything done for him, until now. This time he had to leave to do something. So he left into the dawn of fog and darkness. We let him ride calm and with his gps and autopilot