The mundane computer screen in front of me began to self loath in a celebration of alert soaked colors and noises. Something wrong was unfolding in front of me. I tried to make sense of the foreign language of emergency codes that flashed in bold. The drawer to my right flew open as I forcefully looked for an operating manual. Breezing past old files mixed with knickknacks, I clenched tight the three ring binder that had accumulated an era worth of dust. The table of contents performed well in assisting me to chapter twelve - emergency protocol. Feverishly flipping to salvation, I began to skim the long winded introduction on what do to in an unexpected situation. My eyes squinted towards the next page when without warning the room went dark. The increase in dramatics felt soothing only for a second, trouble had arrived.

My hand dove deep into already opened drawer for a flashlight. Had I kept one in the office? Only time would tell. The action of scavenger hunting for a torch felt draining, my eyes flickered as sleep rose on the horizon. As a lullaby entered my head I noticed the hissing of gas entering the room. How nice I thought, as I feel fast asleep.