The minutes ticked slowly by, and Brian’s anxiety mounted. He rose from the chair and began pacing back and forth in the cell. How long am I going to have to wait here? He wondered.
How long am I going to have to wait here?I need to calm down. He thought. This is just a misunderstanding. They’ll come back any minute and let me go home. Just relax.
I need to calm down. This is just a misunderstanding. They’ll come back any minute and let me go home. Just relax.Brian sat back in the chair, forcing himself to appear calm. When the chair grew too uncomfortable, he moved to the bed. He turned his attention to the entrance of the cell. It did not look as though anything actually barred his exit. He stood and walked toward the door. As he neared, he heard it crackle a bit and backed away.
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