I don’t like to be in situations where the actions of others are motivated entirely by what I claim to have been witness to. This has happened before. I came home to find a naked man passed out on my sister’s bed. I ran to my mom, who was working about 200 yards away, and she phoned the police. When you’re experiencing these kinds of situations, it’s hard to believe that they are really happening. I was very hopeful that when the police went in the house they would find the man there, because if they didn’t, there would be nothing I could do to prove it wasn’t a prank. They found him, still on the bed. He died a few months later.