Thad Hamilton was a man whose life was on a treadmill, though he would not accept that he too was one of those mumbodies playing out an existence, leading a life of quiet desperation. Then, it changed, he had an auto accident and crossed over to the other side. Oh, sure… he too had always scorned the light in the tunnel as a bunch of bull-shit but there he was on some platform as if waiting for a train. Then a garishly dressed little woman with a monkey on her back and a sign with the name Hamilton haunted him, taunted him before reminding him there was no train for those without deeds.