Last night Janice found out she could ride a bike with no hands and her eyes closed for almost a block. She knew it was dumb. She knew she could get hurt. She knew if would be hard to explain to her husband and teenage kids. But the bright moon had coaxed her out of doors. The emptiness in the pit of her stomach drew her into the garage and onto her oldest son Stephen's bike. She was the only one home. No one would know if she went out for a little while. She didn't really have danger in mind. She just felt like doing something stupid.