Samuels’s accident put him in the hospital disoriented and unable to speak. A bus had clipped him mid street corner, as he was en route to gather throwaways on Capital Avenue and the last thing he could remember was thinking about Oreo cookies. He went from being invisible on a street corner to floating seamlessly on an air mattress attached to a four thousand dollar hospital bed at six hundred and fifty dollars a day in a matter of minutes. On the white board at the bottom of his bed was scribbled information staff had gathered from an expired Illinois driver’s license he still carried listing name, age, eye color and sex; no next of kin. Once Samuel had shaken off the drowsiness of the anesthesia he quickly surmised that what was being spent on his care for one day would have set him up very nicely for six months on the street; not that anyone asked. Despite calls from social workers to various shelters regarding Samuel’s identity or his future placement no one claimed to know the invisible man from Illinois. A lawyer for the bus company arrived one afternoon and advised him to sign a form, which he did, and eventually Samuel was discharged to a step down unit of the hospital where he sat quietly in a wheel chair for three weeks compliments of Medicare and the bus company. Social services provided him clothes and one afternoon shortly before he was to be officially discharged, he quietly disappeared during a shift change. Once back on the street Samuel returned to gathering and the shelters. A visiting nurse doing blood pressures thought she recognized him in one of the shelters, but he assured her she was mistaken and made a note not to go back there again.