Micky got home late and went to bed without eating. He'd gotten so used to not having diner that his stomach seemed to refuse it. He crawled lazily into bed and closed his eyes expecting sleep to come easy after the longs days work... It didn't.

Micky was stuck in his thoughts that never let him sleep. The fight continued on 'no one would care in the long run as long as they got paid.' 'You have no family of your own to miss you.' 'The guys wouldn't care they don't need you.' Micky argued back at all of them 'what about me what is going to happen to me if I fail?' 'What's going to happen if I don't fail?' 'I'm scared I'm not ready to go!'

He felt like if he wasn't already insane then he was getting there now. He was two people stuck in one body and he didn't know which one he agreed with or which one was winning.

The arguments lasted all night giving Micky little sleep for the next day at work. He got out of bed, made himself breakfast, and sat at the table paying more attention to his thoughts than his food. 'I need to get out of here.' He finally thought and hurried out the door to try and use work as a distraction.