I was thinking it would be nice tomorrow to take a hike in the woods.
Then I thought, but what if I slip on ice or something and fall and twist my ankle or something? I’d have to try to crawl back to wherever I’d parked my car. (Yes, I have to drive my car to get to somewhere where I can walk in the woods….)
Then I thought, yeah, I’d fall, twist my ankle, and some nice people would also be out in the wintry woods and would stop to help me.
Or they would be cannibals, or freaky weird serial killers, or demons looking for souls, attracted by the scent of my fear….
And that’s when I decided I’d watched enough Supernatural for today….