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With immediate effect, the police department across the States swift to action. They tried all in their capacity but the flaming of the adversaries seemed inextinguishable. People are killed on this course, while scores are left intensely injured. People are arrested in their dozens. After a few days, the police are able to subdue their actions in most of the destabilized cities. But instead of it to have been drastically quenched; it diffuses across the suburbs making it worsen. To help contain the unrest that’s already counting more than enough days; the congress, both of senate and rep chamber, hold an urgent session within their chambers, and designated committees from the two Chambers to arrive at the best decision.
The end of the sessions rounded over not to repel violence for violence. The president pro tempore, Benicio Diwali who is elected again to head the 127th Chamber, is made to address the nation on their move. While on live broadcasting, he explains “… fellow proud Americans. I am here to assure you, that nothing is merely done out of our disposal to satisfy our personal urge, but every second of our responsibility is deliberated towards the livelihood of every common man, unification of our identity, and fortification of our soil against any or all intruders. We are obligated to make America, a thriving better place for all prospective minds to rise.and on this ideology of ours we shall not back down. We have heard and known how you all felt about our disposition in the house during the last series of sitting. Particularly towards the just concluded committee offices designation, which harbored a seat for the battling Senator. Sen. Marcus Lance. permit me to say little is known to the belligerent rioters on the subjects and disposition within the congress. But the outcome, the substantial result you demand from us, across all fields, is whatever we do engage in in congress shall brings to you in the peak of its success. But to bring you close to our legislative dispensation, the power vested upon me from the unanimous decision of the Senate chamber, and that of the rep observation. Sen. Marcus Theodore Lance is hereby dismissed from his title and responsibilities that adorned it, with immediate effect. And should immediately be put on trial within the Senate committees, to align and to explicitly investigate the overall petitions leveled against him. This alone shall determine his fate afterward. And again, I must ascertain the previous speech of Mr president. Anthony Logan, which strictly forbids any Americans to result to violence in other to make your voice heard. Appropriate punishment shall be given to any caught culprit. And our security agencies will see if there is much to this in their underground investigation, and fish all the sponsors and benefactors out, to face the law against whatever prospective charges that might be leveled against them. To round it into conclusion, the congress. Both the green chamber and that of the red condemned the whole dreadfulness of unrest, and send condolence to the unfortunate bereaved families. All we represent is Unity, dignity and coexistence of all Americans irrespective of our differences. God bless America.” Those were his international broadcasted remarks.

Chapter 3
The new declaration by the president pro tempore has calmed the whole tension. The overall scenario seemed like they have been waiting for this certain speech of Sen. Benicio to keep calm.
Marcus has flown to Florida at his luxurious residence at the eastern part of the state. The new development girdling his predicament has rebirth a new countenance of outlandishness all over him. His personality has been drawing down into mud. For him; it could have been a clear battle if the enemy were known, but his foes remain wallowing in their shadow. Firing cannon into his barely protected domain. So he sorted all options that could weigh him above the bullheaded marauders’ plan and strategies. For his reputation as a successful philanthropic magnate, in the public eye had already been dragged into the mud. And his diehard fans might soon depart him for goodness too.
He pays attention to the arrested marauders, while media companies were doing their coverage, broadcasting it on TV and social media platforms. He noticed quite few of the acclaimed criminals distinctively have different tattoos of different parts of the head at the side of their necks. A man with a hardened face whose neck is tattooed with a nose on its(neck) back. A pale furious man with tongue tattoo on his neck. Others with either ear, eye or tooth on each of their necks. He is immediately not at ease when this is unfolded. He takes his phone and makes a WhatsApp end-to-end encrypted call.
While on the phone, the converse partially goes “… this is real Jayson. The skull is behind my ordeal. I’m not a kid. I have deciphered every sign of theirs. no matter how strong and impenetrable they are. Tell me, should I sit complacently till I am mauled? I know the skull extensively. They wouldn’t stop here. They might be ready to shatter even my soul after death. How do I keep cool here? Even America is not safe for me, Jayson.” he felt betrayed in his vocals.
“Marcus. I’m sorry. The message I was sent to deliver to you is simple. The league can not be of help consigning the skull at the moment.”
“Are you fucking scare? My life is at stake.” Marcus abrupted angrily.
“Marcus. As per the Intel before me. They only want you out of the office, and they almost complete the task.” Jayson said.
“Are you still talking with your reasoning Jayson. They are with evidence that could get me behind bars till kingdom come, if the trial dare continues and you said they only want me out of office. Am I insane or what?” he landed nervously.
“I’m personally sorry that I couldn’t be of help beyond what I’m being sent to convey to you. As I have extreme limited time to be on the call with you, I will have to hang up the call now.” Jayson said and the connection goes off.
“And you called yourself a friend! you are all traitors, you bitches.” Marcus lamented with his phone tightly propped against his ear, like Jayson is still there hearing his outrage.
Police interrogation has proven that there is no any heinous sponsor, subordinate to the chaotic protest against Sen. Lance. But a mere overzealous patriotism by the subjects, trying to bring to limelight: the atrocities of Sen. Lance, which the public might not be aware of. And many are freed out of the detainees while few are remanded.
At Florida in Marcus residence, he keeps strolling the sitting room languidly in melancholy. He has lost himself. He doesn’t know whether to take a drink or a cigarette. He filled his wine glass while a cigarette box lies beside it. After much time reminiscing through his lost mind, he becomes hallucinating.
“Amelia. My dearest wife. It’s been a while since you visited me. Have I broken any code?” said Marcus, to a phantom being he alone can only see or probably imagine.
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and he stares back unsure of the next thing to do as well. After a couple of seconds staring at each other, he picked it up and a stunning voice starts the conversation before Lance could say Jack Robinson.
“Oh my God! Marcus, are you okay? What the hell are you playing out there! We have been in the Opulent fortress waiting for you all hours. Are you alright? Okay where are you now!?” said Elle Maverick. His intimate partner.
“I’m always good, Elle.” Lance replied unperturbed in vocal.
“If so, why didn’t you come to us at the Fortress as planned, and why are you not picking up calls and reply back to the multitude of messages sent to you. To make the matter worse, you even told Roseline your driver not to disclose your location. Are you that insane!?” Elle furiously asked.
“Woman! I’m good” said Lance once more.
“You see Marcus. That’s the problem. I know you aren’t yourself whenever you address me like that as ‘woman.’ listen, we all know what’s wrong. It’s in the news for God’s sake. And if you goddamn think you need some peace to be alone for now. You know you are on an expensive joke right?” She doesn’t wait for any reply as she continues displaying her annoyance. “The result of that could cause you everything compared to this. You need allies around you now, don’t be stupid.” she warned.
“Am inside E.L Lance Haven. You can all come over.” he snorted.
“Good for you.” she said and the connection disconnected.
E.L Lance Haven is his father’s mansion. Mr Eric Liam Lance’s house is in the southern part of Manhattan, where he and his siblings: Eric Jr and Aria grew up with their mother, Charlotte Rodriguez. His father was a successful construction engineer which he had let his first son, Eric Jr to toe the line of the career, and later succeeded him before and after his departure. The siblings have agreed to leave the house as their harbor and haven that it is for themselves, with all having access to it; except Aria who seldom visits the United States since she had found solace at Brighton Uk. Eric Jr mostly stays in it whenever he is in town, his work has projected him to stay at Las Vegas, Nevada in his bought apartment. For this reason; the mansion is empty for most days of the year. Except for the employed four workers living in it who make it tidy and clean as snow.
Before 30 minutes could manage to completely tick after the call; three cars have wheeled in into the E.L Lance Haven compound. One is stalled in the garage beside Lance’s SUV car. While the other two stalled theirs on the patio not too far to the sheltered garage. Elle Maverick limps down from the car besides Lances.
Williams Ethan and Cody Forest did same from one of the other two cars while Asher Lance, Lance only son climbed down from his too.they find Roseline in tete-a-tete locked discussion with Elba Nathan, one of the workers inside the mansion in the adjoining patio furnished with simple couches. The two exchanged greetings with them which they never bothered to answer before dashing into the house.
In the living room. All sitting across him except Asher who loiters around the cellar taking wine into a stemware.
“Marcus are you alright? This has to be taken simple. This is part of what you signed for. Isn’t it?” Williams, a friend of his said. “And politics is never for the faint hearted, it can sink someone’s entire career on and off politics if the game is not played as expected.” he added.
“Wait everyone. What’s going on in your mind buddy” said Cody, his friend.
“I really appreciate you guys.’’ said Lance. “You know i don’t take those antagonists serious from the onset of my campaign. But today’s advance on me caught me unprepared. Can’t you see everywhere for God’s sake!?” He lamented with his palms flipped open in demanding an answer. “I think for the days I have spent acquiring my wealth in a steel and chemical firm. I have never been scrutinized as much as this from the media. Check every channel and radio station. It’s Marcus Lance. Who do they think I am?”
“And that’s the reason why you have to seize yourself from their grip before they render you psycho and useless. This is not the man I knew before the death of his wife. You will run insane again Marcus. And this is one of the capital offenses filed against you. Check what the media are saying yourself.” Elle said. She dashed for the remote of the tv and changed the channels twice before she stalled it at Tigers Coverage where political analysis is being done with a tv host and a political pundit.
“What can you say about this please.” said the tv host within the enclosure of the tv screen.
“These people said it’s not about New York residents alone,” replied the pundit. “But about the livelihood of the whole Americans in totality, and you have to think of how powerful is this business mogul turned overnight politician, won primary without a challenge, and the main election without much fists at the punching bag. These make people or politicians whatever you might call it to look deeper into his personality, and come with substantial evidence that claims: he is among one of the deadliest world secret cult, those remains their respective submissions, which some do capitalized as illuminati. He is further labeled as an accomplice to some blood sucking syndicates, and have had illicit back door businesses with the known and unknown criminal cartels in the trailing list of FBI, and that he lied under oath that he is mentally healthy. Whereas, he is suffering from a psychological disorder.”
“But sir,” the host snapped in. “If they have genuine and substantial evidence against him. What stopped them from petitioning FBI before he was elected, and what stopped FBI not to have detect a villain so powerful like him, Sen. Marcus Lance as they have claimed. Or is the agency afraid of him, or he is just too influential and powerful to be put on trial in America?”
Before the pundit could answer. Asher has signaled Elle to switch the tv off, and she did as she has been told. Asher dropped her wine glass and ambles a little bit towards them and murmurs “instead of demanding many answers, you could have asked him if he is guilty of all of the said allegations, leveled against him except the psychological disorder obvious to us”
They all coincidentally glimpse at Marcus to the statement of his son who should be in his early 20s and stare back at themselves.

Chapter 2
At lobster building in Manhattan. Lance awaits his chartered helicopter which catches up with him without delay. It took off leaping out of Manhattan away from America. At around 1:00 am, it reached Havana, Cuba. A Wrangler jeep has been awaiting his arrival. Two escorts and a driver all dressed in black outfits matching their black Jeep’s color. Immediately he climbed down from the helicopter; the Jeep’s right door is flipped open for him out of respect. He steps inside while the escorts seated beside him, and they drive away while the helicopter remains stalled with engine off.
“Marcus my buddy how are you doing?” said the host as he flings his arms open, to welcome his long time friend who just walked in.
“Not too bad Jayson.” Marcus said while shaking hands after a hearty urge.
“Our amiable American Senator.”
“You ain’t wrong.”
“Please, come into the other room as the time is against us.” Said Jayson Perry
“Definitely.” said Lance.
They both enter into another adjoining room. They spend roughly an hour inside before checking back to the main room of the building.
As Marcus is taking his leave, he is stopped again by Jayson who appears to have to say a farewell to make him more arduous.
“Marcus. Never trouble your mind more than you can take care. Remember you have an impenetrable fortification that will continue shielding you as long as you keep to the rule. Go on with your official duties enthusiastically, as I have instructed you. Guides will be given to you foreseeing you from any impending challenge that can drastically affect you. Go out well buddy.” Jason said locking hands with him as he bid him goodbye.
Lance is taken back to the location of the stalled helicopter, by the same preceding escorts. And they make sure he jetted off before they could head back.
At Marcus Lance’s office within the innards of the capitol. Sen. Lance is having the floor while his new staff stares.
“Am glad to have had everyone of you here, for the main purpose of aiding my office to help discharge the expected duty and disposition I am being elected upon. To every character or personnel embedded within the range of this office of mine, see the next colleague you are to work with, as one of the foremost American expert within the realm of there distinct obligation, as this office had gone the nook and cranny of the state to bring the best of its residents to do the job. And I want to believe you will all eagerly and earnestly correspond to the call of duty.” A swift applause subdued the office, as everyone cheers Marcus’ remark.
“Furthermore, it is expected of me to introduce the names that will hold substantial offices enclosing mine.” said Marcus and the welcoming countenances of the staff straighten up as they look forward to the names. “The Chief of staff of this course will be Williams Ethan”
Williams rises for acknowledgment while a swift applause followed.
“His deputy shall be Benjamin Wesley”
The said name did as his predecessor had done while the applause followed.
“Our Office clerk. Raymond Ward.” said Lance. And he’s applauded as well as he rises for recognition. Sen. Lance goes further to have identified Jesse Hawn as his office Legislative correspondent. Jessica Alistair as her assistant. John Eason as his legislative director. Alfred Washington as his scheduler. Isabella Hudson as his director of communication and press. Mateo Jacobs as his press secretary. Website and I.T managing crew goes to Isaac Grayson. Dylan Colton and Lillian Brooks. Karim Lorenzo as Legal counsel. While his Chamber Page goes to the old teenager son of his friend Cody Forest: named Micah Forest, as the responsibilities of the title is vested upon a teenager.
“I believe some of our team had already kicked the ground running before this official introduction. Can we know what we have on ground as of now starting from our clerk.” said Lance.
Raymond rises up with a leaflet in his hand. “Sir. At hand presently, we have been bombarded with numbers of formal requests, from different media companies demanding solemnly from you, to have you hosted on their programs, to cleanse your personality and to show where you belong, consigning your current ordeal.” he said.
“Anybody else with similar things going on within his or her realm?” Lance asked with his left hand akimbo while he flipped other demanding a response.
Jesse Hawn, the legislative correspondent got his throat cleared as he prepares to have a say. “Hum! hum! Some letters have been forwarded to my desk, many of which came from those who we represent. The letters are cheering us up to face what you have been elected upon, and worry less about the trivialities posing to you as challenge. Furthermore, few of the letters demanded you speak with the press. And here again are already our official tasks that had been thrown at us. One is a piece of letter from our area of legislation, earnestly and solemnly demanding you to look into the supported draft that came with the letter, which contains the bill they wish you could help bring to the chamber floor, and try as much as you can to let it slip to its final destination. And there is another letter addressing a bill from the previous senator we unseated, to deliberately help work on it to become a law as they believed it’s not part of our Strategic party’s ideology. These are all I got.” he ascertained.
“Those are all marvelous,” said Sen. Lance. “I will meet with our counsel to see us through that. Afterwards, I will meet with our director of communication and press secretary to know how this will be primarily deal with.” he added.
The climate is favorable for everyone, and every American goes on with their individual businesses undisturbed. The busy trenches boarding the bogeymen remained blazing, where liquids and drugs interlace. The respectful security officials exercise their duties unchallenged, so as every other work of life. But the press never forgives Marcus Lance. Marcus Theodore, the son of Lance. While his tormentor rest no second; they patiently wait for the outcome of the congress, on their previous national outburst. But to their dismay and disappointment, the house went on to make Marcus Lance the chairman, of one of the committees of the house, at the time when executive members of each committee, were designated and lobbied. He is to chair the Senate Committee on Armed Services. This aggravates the contempt of the antagonists against Marcus Lance. And the congressmen were loathed acutely for their collective action. For the entangled man isn’t given an ordinary committee to head. But a sensitive committee as armed services of the United States. “A beginning of the end of America that we will never watch sprawling.” they remarked.
The newsrooms take it off to the front line of their activities, explicitly feeding the populace on the updates of Marcus Lance entanglement. Many claimed the congress promised to scrutinize Marcus and put him on trial. That had made the adversaries to gain the thrust of the Congress when they wage their protest at the capitol, but instead of the congress to have lived up to their worth, proclamation and oath of office which is to defend America nor individual aristocrats. They have honored Marcus Lance with another title, despite obvious allegations and petitions against the magnate. And the atmosphere knows no joy henceforth.
Known businesses of both congressmen of the Senate and the Rep are targeted for disruption and decimation, and that of their known allies. Without much time wasted, it happens like it is a preplanned belligerent disruption against the entire American legislatures, and those propping solidarity at them.
In days, most important metropolis cities are besieged. New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, Houston and whatnot witnessed unrest. Supermarkets are razed. Offices are vandalized. Rioters remonstrating that the legislature has failed the country, and must go down with their subject, Marcus Lance.(to be continue as soon as possible)

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[center]REBELLION AGAINST AMERICA:The Genesis [/center]
[center]Harry Dwight[/center]

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[center] INTRODUCTION [/center]
Here is an action and adventurous piece of a book that best illustrates the modern politics of a typical developed country that is widely endowed by the entire populace of the world. It is written in such a way that best explains the daily struggles of both the elite and an average man, in the midst of unending entanglements across every sphere of the people's social life.

A core feature of the book is its composed form which is written in present tense and a stint of past narration to fascinate the engaging actions that girded the novel and enunciating its suspense.

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Chapter 1
Everyone is now standing up on their feet, looking exceedingly exhilarated, but clearly buried it beneath the cover of their faces looking formal.
“Will you all raise up your hands as you take this oath in mass.” said the administrator. Everyone submissively falls into the obligation. The administrator proceeded. Reading from the fasten leaflet before him on the lectern. Taking pause almost at every comma in the draft, to glimpse at the new elected legislatures before him. “I do solemnly swear, that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States; against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental
reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which l am about to enter: so help you God.”
“Amen.” they murmured in echoing unison which shook the chamber resoundingly.
“Congratulations, you are now members of the 127th congress.” said the administrator.
Applause arrested the nook and cranny of the chamber space, coupled with indistinct overwhelming murmur made by the new congressmen out of glee as they urge and exchange greetings to solidify their new pace.
“Winning doesn’t always mean being the first. Winning means you’re doing better than you’ve ever done before (Bonnie Blair). and as a result, it shows the precedent belief the American masses have in us all, to have deliberately succumbed to our individual mandate to represent the affairs of their daily life and that of their future. This faith shall bind us all; united as one, against all odds of individual differences, party differences and sentiments to make America great.” Said the administrator.
As the administrator continues in addressing the house. Indistinct clamor fought its way to the audibility of the inner part of the capitol which inhabit the Senate chamber. It appeared vaguely until it managed to hover inside and impeded smooth running of the articulation.
A mammoth crowd of fiercely looking protesters just hit the capitol. They drove their way in, in heavy duty vehicles, blocking all access to the capitol. They all chant and berate varying admonitions with a capital name Lance, conjugating them unanimously.
“ARREST LANCE AND SAFE AMERICA.” “LANCE IS A BITCH.” “OUR FUTURE IN DANGER UNDER LANCE LEGISLATION.” “SAFE AMERICA. 6.6.6 JUST GOT A REPRESENTATIVE.” “LANCE OUT!” “LANCE IS A PLAGUE . HE IS CONTAGIOUS TO OUR DEMOCRACY.” Those were most of their themes. Marcus Lance has slid his way into what he might never escape.
The capitol police restrains them from overwhelming them to avoid an attack into the building. Press agencies already intertwined the less clamoring clusters among the horde, doing what they know how to do to the fullest. At one end, ABN News is with a tender lady who should be a quadragenarian, flaming into the press’ mic aggressively with her motion gestures. “Lance is not for us. I can’t believe a psycho is elected to represent us in New York city. That’s just the least of the beast he is. A felon without trial working freely in America: because of his damning affluence and influence in the guild. Worst of it all, a badman member of Illuminati and dangerous international blood sucking cartels. ain’t these enough to fear for the future of America?” gesturing to the cameraman with his partner holding the mic. “America is finished if we have to sleep, snore and watch him have his way upward. LANCE OUT!” she added with outright stress.
Towards another end, a husky pale looking man is giving a coverage to Tiger coverage. “The doomsday is near with the participation of Marcus Lance in the congress. A threat not to only respectful American populace but a comatose to Europe and the world at large. He is a deadly parasite that can consume us all if not contained. This is not about the franchise of New Yorkers alone but the responsibility of everyone across the States to let’s uproot the contagious parasite before it spells doom on us all.
We are not going to stop this course until it becomes nationally accepted by all citizens, organizations, government agencies and including you the media houses, to help send the bitch into the cage where he is meant to be.”
A startling pandemonium scene has already been created in the capitol. Almost all the staff of the building have already found their way out, to contain the beating fear of their respiration, caused by the unrest. The remaining people in the building remains the ongoing first session of the new 127th senate.
The turmoil has submerged the chamber and outrightly disrupted them of their peaceful official discretion, and once gleeful countenances become bewildered. Before the presiding officer could address the impediment, the chamber men are already sputtering among themselves, asking one another and wanting to know: what’s happening at the other end as they were living in the fear of their minds. To their satisfaction and that of the presiding officer; he stopped his speech midway and addressed the chamber on their bone of contention. And without any objection, they all agreed to visit the scene and put on hold: the session. They all stride outside except two men and a female standing around Marcus Lance while he remained seated uncomfortably, seeming to have few answers or none at all to all questions being thrown at him concurrently and consecutively by the three colleagues. In the chamber remained with them is the chamber clerk who furtively stares at them under the pretense of skimming through a booklet.
Before the protesters outside, Sen. Benicio Diwali. The previous 126th congress’s president pro tempore calmed the uproar to the least decorum. An average of four people are delegated to speak on the behalf of the rest. All the speakers demanded newly elected Sen. Marcus Lance should be expelled from the house, as the entire nation is in threat of the mandate of him chosen by few New York residents compared to the needs of the populace of the country at large.
Sen. Benicio Diwali addresses them immediately their concerns have been heard. “I, Sen. Benicio Diwali. President pro tempore of the just concluded session. On behalf of my amiable colleagues here, we appreciate and applaud the energetic dedication of you all, summoned together to demand for what you think it’s right in favor of our great nation. United States of America. Without employing violence to forward your complaint. We gladly welcome all your displeasures and your discomforts, to the core theme of our deliberation with immediate effect without any infringement, nor any impediment. And I attest, that the outcome shall be in favor of the great country you all dream of. And I employed you all to continue being the law abiding citizen that you are, in all ramifications. once again, we are glad to notice your braveness.’’ A weak applause accompanied his speech. It mostly comes from the congressmen and the capitol staff. The protesters look less moved.
The capitol staff collected their complaint booklets from almost six delegated carriers of different written memoirs of the same struggle.
After a considerate time and peace accord given to the country’s most challenging face off (between legislature and the angry civilians) of the decade. The protesters withdraw and promise to aggravate the situation if their course is not enquired in time. With this accord and proclamation; they retrograde and find their way into their heavy duty vehicles and other cars, while some choose to walk on foot; mostly in groups.
The congressmen head back into the capitol and observed close to an hour break, before continuing their session. After the session of the day. The senators find their way into their different offices within the innard of the building. Marcus Lance doesn’t retire to his office. Instead, he hurried to the car park trying to avoid any stop-by, that could give him time to lock in with associates that might be forcing him to gab into the day’s primary scene unceremoniously. His driver opens the door for him and shoots it behind him immediately he hopped inside. Without delay; the SUV car maneuvers away from the park and hits the road, kissing the capitol goodbye for the day.
Lance sinks himself in the bathtub. Water oozing in, in a slow pace as he flung his head backward on the tip end of the bathtub. He tried to envisage himself in a perfect world of his desire. But all the hurting realities of his life wouldn’t let him be. He takes in water into his palms and rinses the demons out of his face when it’s about to overwhelm his psyche, but the indomitable force keeps resisting like sea waves ravaging against a poor ship.
His phone had been abandoned on the coffee table before the couch downstairs in the living room. Hardly could the phone take a nap before another series of calls will bombard it over and over. To the sigh of the device; Lance showed up from upstairs, after he has finally accepted to leave the tub. He is in a casual gray t-shirt with coal black trousers. Plodding down from the step in a frailty manner and lagging steps. He reached the sofa and sinks into it restlessly, like a stone dropped into a river. His phone stares at him as it asks to be picked through its melodious serenade of a ringing tone, and he stares back unsure of the next thing to do as well. (to be continue as soon as possible)