I pulled into the parking lot at work, groggily stumbled from my car and began to walk toward the front door of the lab, stepping over a dead worm on the sidewalk-- no doubt a casualty of last night's storm. I glanced at the worm, then glanced again. Why, that worm was perfectly formed into the letter C!
I'd think it a coincidence had the universe not already sent me very worm-specific messages in the past. I dearly love the worm.
So!
"A"-"C"-"?"