“A Tale of Two Cities…” he thought. “One leading Here and one leading There. Here and There and There and Here. Equally traveled. Equally curious. Equally unequal. One is best and one is worst, but which?” he wondered. “But which…”
Now Tyler, you see, has always been a man of certainty. Without it he’s lost, and he hates to lose. So there he stood, waiting for a sign. Just waiting and waiting. And waiting and waiting. And waiting and waiting and waiting. But a sign never came. So Tyler never went. And ‘til this day he stands, unmoved but certain.