It felt so complicated. Her brain was not coping well with deciphering what was happening at that moment. It had come as such a surprise. Call after call of bodyless voices, bored and uninspired voices just or downright angry ones. She had imagined that this job often felt like a modern take on the old punishment of water torture. She had begun to feel dread for the moment she placed her headphones over her ears to block out the people she was amongst and to sit in her chair and log in at the terminal. The daily menu of targets flickering onto her screen. Now that dread had seeped past that moment and she sensed it in her approach to the desk, at the moment she entered the building and as she got out of the train at the platform. By the time she reached the the stairs at the office it was a tangible feeling in her stomach. One day. One compliment. One voice that engaged and acknowledged and laughed. Maybe it was time to seek a new start back in the real world. She felt the flicker of hope rise within her and decided it was no maybe moment anymore.