It was surprisingly easy for Greg to find something with which to put himself in a near death situation in the hospital.

He slipped out of bed and padded around the empty ward bare footed for a few minutes, and came acc he found a blunt metal instrument. It looked like the sort of thing what would be used remove a vital organ if shoved down one's throat and twisted around a bit.

Greg sat down on the floor happily, and considered the best way to go about injuring himself to the point of possible reincarnation.

Looking at the metal instrument, he decided to try and knock himself out, hard. One quick sharp crack to the temple would do it, Greg knew, but it also posed risks which he might not be able to recover from.

But then Wirt's face exploded into his mind, vivid, in excruciating, agonising pain, blood and Elderwood tree sap smeared over his pale cheeks, tears streaming from his dark eyes...

Greg didn't reconsider.

He smashed the piece of metal onto the side of his head with as much force as he could muster, and immediately thick, black fog swirled in around him and encased his vision, until he fell back onto soft forest floor and heard birdsong.