Frederick, living as he did, did not forsee the comings of events that were to take hold of him on that frightful evening. His legs pierced with pain as a bloodied scarf would not stop the bleeding which had seemed to be painless in the garden. This in part, gave way to the flaws of his legs' design, which were not only out in mid air but were finding neither ground nor weight to give faith upon. It would not have made a difference, however since nothing stood between his legs and his destined future. Everything fell short of nothingness as the prisms of light, darkness, and immortality flashed before him in an array of lust and passion. numb had his legs now become. His bones seemed to scream out a message that summoned him to answer.