It flies through the air, flashing silver and disappearing. My fate depends on that coin landing face up. All I can hear is my own heart beating in my ears, blood rushing through me as the coin falls ever closer to the table. It clatters onto the scarred wood, spinning like a small planet. He holds his breath across from me, eyes fixed upon the little silver coin that will decide our fates. It's inscribed with the words "In God We Trust" on the side my life depends on. "OK then, God. Do your stuff." I thought silently. The coin fell to the table with a delicate little clatter. President Lincoln looks up at me, "In God We Trust" inscribed by his chin. Drake slams his hands on the table. "Darn it!" he says as all the tension bleeds from my body in a moment. "OK, then. He wins." Our chosen moderator points at me. Drake slides my grandfather's pocket watch and his hatpin across the table.