Jenny's little night outing was interrupted by a flash of light in the corner of her vision. She turned her head to look, and what followed was a resounding crash. She stood up, alarmed. Could it be lightning? Jenny looked about, and ducked under a tree. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to visit nature. Slowly, she began to make her way back to the city, taking a turn here and there where it looked vaguely familiar. Unfortunately, her knowledge of direction was a pittance compared to her knowledge of plants. Slowly, as she came to the same place for the fourth time, she realized she was nearly hopelessly lost. Perhaps she'd have better luck during the day, when the sun was out and she could tell an elm from an evergreen. With a sigh, Jenny planted herself at the bottom of what she guessed was one of the shorter trees, and tried her best to stamp out her worry of being struck by a stray bolt and burned alive.