I would see people with glazed over eyes walking through the woods and I would ask them if they knew where the hell they were. I found a teepee in the forest and I decided to sleep in it for the night. In the morning a native american man came at me with a butchers knife, I tried to plead with him and let me talk. I explained to him that I did something I shouldnt of and I need to get back to Vermont. He said we were in Maine and told me to walk west for 4 miles and I would get to a bus stop, I followed his advice and went all the way back to Vermont on the bus, I had somehow gotten 4 hours from home, just on the bus. When I got home my house was destroyed and the glass door in front of the TV was the TV screen. I tell you this is the last time I go on holiday to New England.