It was a moment of relative clarity. Two men dragging my unavailing body through an out-of-kilter swarm of pulsating lights. I could feel my heels dragging on the ground while I tried in a vain attempt to recall why they might be excising me. There were obvious signs—I could hear no more music, and the din of the crowd seemed to no longer be present. Why though? What incident had lead me to this point? And, why were the stars so big and bright and close? Why was I laughing like a schoolboy in the girls' locker-room…