Herbert claws his way slowly and painfully over the barrier, and arrives at the other side bloodied and exhausted.		He narrowly makes it through 8 more lanes of traffic.		And finally....the most transcendently beautiful sight Herbert has ever seen. He goes inside as if in a dream.
Herbert promises to make himself a whole pot of his finest tea when he gets home.			It is close to dawn by the time he finally makes it back. By then, he is too exhausted to do anything other than collapse into bed, pull the covers over his head, and fall immediately to sleep.