I approached the station’s entrance sign with a token in hand. My mind whirling, I began to form a plan about what to do with Mother. But I became distracted and couldn’t help but gawk at the steamy mist across the street, wondering why there was yellow tape cordoning off the sidewalk. Slowly, I turned completely to face the scene. Oh my! There lay what looked like a chopped off arm in the doorway of the local bar. I watched the faces of those around me begin to cringe with disgust and fright. I imagined a rope doing the trick.