It was a second chance, dropped from the heavens into his laps.


He stood there like an idiot, yet again, not knowing what to do. He hadn't rehearsed his lines, hadn't thought of it, hadn't prepared, hadn't thought along those lines. Not because he didn't care, but perhaps he simply was too naive. A boy at heart, he was terrified of confrontations, he just wanted a way out - the easier way out of the two or perhaps more ways. Strangely he always took the easier way out, despite knowing that he wouldn't be happy in the long run.



But this is a scientific world. We need proof. We need work done. We need action.