The Balance of a Soul

Do you have a soul? How would you know? And what does it mean to have one? These and other questions like them were something Andrew Wheeler never contemplated until a fateful Thursday morning. Andrew started to feel the entire situation was on the verge of not quite normal. Then the back-passenger window opened and the situation went at light speed from the verge of not quite normal in a direct line to far from normal. From there the situation didn't stop of slow down. Instead, it kept on going over the cliff of far from normal, down into the WTF ravine. "Mr. Andrew Wheeler?" A voice called out from the dark and seeming empty interior of the limo. "Our records indicate there is a Mr. Andrew Wheeler in this group. Would Mr. Andrew Wheeler please be so kind as to step forward?"