Jonathan stared from where he sat on the floor towards the desk. He didn’t know how long he’d been on the floor like this, staring at the tray. It was probably long cold by now.

And still, he didn’t know what to do.

His anxieties paralyzed him. The consequences of failure stretched out in front of him, endlessly. No matter what path he took in his mind, eventually, Dr. Page appeared in his mind, to tell him he was wrong, to tell him he had already ...