The sign on the door read "Post-Accident Group Therapy 7:00 - 8:30 PM ALL ARE WELCOME! Tyler had decided that, because the tram was still affecting him - he had a fear of red lights...traffic signals in general really, that he should perhaps go. He arrived, wearing a button down white and gray checked shirt and tan pants, with black shoes and a black belt. Not exactly matching, but hey, he didn't really care. His job at the local motorcycle shop, as one of the better mechanics there, was not at all correlated with how things had gone afterwards. Before the accident, the 5'9 man had been vibrant and doing well, on his way to way up in life, many thought. But, the four car pile up had changed all that. he'd been driving home in a harsh rainstorm. He'd admittedly been going a little too fast, but he hadn't seen the other car swerve over into his. The windshield had been too blurry for him to see much out of it and the wipers going at full speed hadn't helped. He'd smashed into it, the sound of metal and glass and screams, his own combined with the other victim's he was sure, still haunted him. he heard them sometimes, when all was quiet. For a while after, he'd only seen red. He pushed a hand through his black hair and tried to calm himself. The group leader welcomed everyone, as he'd arrived about 6:45, just in time to slide into one of the empty seats. he'd unfortunately been seen and picked to share.

He rose, and spoke,"Umm. So, hi everyone!, I'm Tyler. he waited for the classic response that all these groups gave to that intro. Then, he continued,"I was involved in a four car wreck...I somehow survived. But, it's affected me in alot of ways. I was driving and it was raining really hard, no pouring is more like it. I couldn't really see and...either someone swerved and hit me, or I hit someone, I don't really remember. But, I*'m thankful to be alive and I'm thankful to have survived. he paused and wiped some tears from his eyes. The next part was difficult for him to speak about, especially in front of a group. He calmed himself for a moment and said,openly and in a scared tone of voice,"Now, I'm scared of red lights. All of them. Flashlights that are red. Traffic lights. Train crossing lights. it all haunts me. I hear voices, too. Sometimes, they remind me of that night. They tell me things...but the voices I ignore. Don't let 'em get to me. They only speak when i see the red. They tell me to go toward the light. But, I don't, I mean, I can't. I don't wanna die. So, that's why I'm here. To see if this group will help me overcome my fear. Thank...Thank you all. He blushed red and handed the microphone back to the elader so that it could be passed on to the next person, who could share. He went back to his seat and sat down quietly, politely listening to the other speakers that night, random individuals plucked from the crowd.

Tyler sat there and placed his head in his hands. he hadn't wanted to share, didn't come here to share. The lights, the building, it all just wasn't meant for him to be up there in the spotlight, but he'd been picked. He had shared his thoughts now, there was no taking them back. he simply expected to sit quietly and lsten. he noticed a few reassuring smile as he returned to his chair. He turned them and mostly listened to others struggles and stories of fear turning into the happiness. Tragedy to triumph, if you like. It was all really a night of healing and hope and community.

The last announcement for the night surprised him,"Alright everyone. Thanks to all that shared today, we appreciate and pray for you, as always. We'll have our small After-Group Therapy now. So, if you'll all break into the smaller groups and head into the rooms on my right and left, we can get things started there. If you'd to discuss something with me, you may do so as well. The old auditorium where the session was being held apparently had prep rooms to the right and left of the stage. Tyler walked to one of those on the right, as the group suddenly splintered. For a moment, as he entered the old costume room or dressing room or whatever it had been, Tyler was alone. he flipped on the lights and was greeted with a small circle of chairs. But, as of yet, there was no one but him here. Tyler decided that, he'd stay for five or ten minutes, see if anyone showed. If no one did. he had to get home. His cats were probably calling him, looking for food or milk or their litter boxes needed to be changed. Wonder if anyone liked it. he thought as he sat down in a chair and yawned. He was tired. Still had quite a ways to ride home. it was going to be a long night.