The woods are full of birds and birds and running kids and a bright green motorcycle standing alone in a clearing. I walk round to Gutenberg and find him surrounded by a plain car that could be a police car, a police car that says it's a police car, a blue police van, and a police van that looks like a converted ambulance. The woods are full of policemen and radios. I am badged and IDed and I have no ID where I am in the woods at night but a bad accent and a stuttering story about a green motorcycle that is no longer there. They tell me it would be better if I had not been here in the woods at night but they are full of birds.