I had the box in a little knapsack, hoping that nothing would happen to it. It was only a walk of about 4 blocks home so I think I can handle it. I daydreamed about the box and its actual contents. It worried me that this box had controlled Dr. Mitchell for so long. The doc looked like he was petrified of this thing. I’m not sure what happened to the doctor, but maybe he has more psychological issues than I do. I kept walking and kept allowing my mind to aimlessly wander, that was until I almost got hit by a large truck. It was my fault, I walked right out in front of it. Frankly, I almost caused a serious accident. I noticed that time itself seemed to freeze for a split second though. It was either that or I was having a psychological episode. This box had to have stopped everything around me so I could get across the street safely. I wasn’t sure if I should be impressed or appalled. I guess I didn’t pay attention to the doc when he said that the box feeds on your emotions. All this thinking was making me hungry.
