The last thing anyone might be thinking of when leaving a nightclub at five in the morning, would be about meeting God.

That was the furthest thing from Danny Eaton's mind on that particular day. 

He was only really concerned with his ability to negotiate the stairs to the footpath. Should he go with the Fred Astaire / Michael Jackson way, and dance his way down? Or take a more careful approach?  He grabbed the handrail and took it one step at a time.

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