Thomas sits in a room wearing a dirty gown. Waiting. Watching. Wishing. Wishing he’d never been born. Wishing he’d just said “No” the first time. Watching the door. Waiting for him to return.

The life Thomas has led has been short relative to the average, but the amount of “bad” choices would outshine any 80 year old. All of those choices have led to this point. Sitting in a room. Waiting. Watching. Wishing.

The door opens. Thomas takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

The man walks slowly, “Prince Albert?”

“Apparently that’s why I’m here,” Thomas responds. Moments later Thomas screams as pain so intense radiates from his essence.

The screaming stops.

Thomas wakes up alone with only a bag of ice. And his new Prince.