Of course I could not stay where I was, but going to the land of the candy coloured Ponies? As if it had not been for the means of transporting me, to where I was to end up?

Life is short, and life is capricious. Life rarely grants you second chances, but why. Maybe the question is; is this truly a second chance? And if so, at what?

Of course, there is a trick to the transfer; if it is a curse or my salvation remains to be seen.