Then you discover that you are all alone. You're not a naked woman, not a sad one, not a dejected one, not a broken one, not a belittled one, not a weak one, not a broken one, not a
pitful one, but a lost one. That doesn't matter, though. You keep on walking until you come to a crossroads! Where does it go from here?
Left? You don't know where it may lead to.
Forward? You've got a bad feeling it could lead to nowhere.
Right? No one knows where this may take you to.
Or go back? It's not a good idea to be walking in the woods at 10 pm.