He was found laying face-down in a garden teeming with tall, ominous, and rather dead stalks of corn. No one knew, exactly, why he was there, nor did they know how long he'd been there. He was found by a bystander who just happened to be biking through the remote area near a giant lake. The biker had been curious; the small cabin sitting in the snow- and ice-covered soil of the forest looked very empty. She had dismounted her bike and was just about to go up to the door and knock on it when she spotted the man laying in the snow in what she thought to be the garden.
He had obviously bled; there were dark red patches of snow around his nose and open mouth. He seemed to not be breathing.
The woman, however, decided to use her cell-phone to call the hospital. She told them what happened; she was going for a ride on her bike past a little old cabin by the lake, and she saw the man laying motionless on the iced up ground. She described the area around the man, and soon the hospital hung up, promising to be there in less than fifteen minutes.
The ambulance came in ten. When the paramedics jumped out of the vehicle and unloaded a gurney, the woman was slightly shaking from head to foot. Even though the paramedics believed the man to be dead, they assured the woman they would check just to be sure.
The man was, in fact, alive. He stayed in a coma for an entire year following that day.
And three-hundred-sixty-five days later, Morton Rainey opened his eyes.