You snap back to reality. You know what must be done. You take the pocket knife you have in your back pocket and flip it open. With the shine of the knife making contact with your eyes, you slide it across your throat and feel the knife glide across your jugular. You start to bleed, falling to the floor. You continue to bleed until you can't move anymore, passing on. The knowledge of what you now know is enough to keep you at ease while you die. You lie there, knowing there is no other way out.