In a dark room, I sat writing. The item I was writing was an email to a certain news reporter. Miles Upshur, best of his class. I wrote of all the horrible things Murkoff was up to behind closed doors. This story had to get out to the public. I heard the security guard in the doorway, "Who's there?!" In sudden reaction, I slammed the laptop shut and walked into the light. "Waylon Park? Why haven't you answered your page? They've been paging you for hours!!" the guard shouts. Yes, that's me. IT guy Waylon Park, and my life is about to get a lot more interesting. I walked down the icy halls, hoping it was a simple technical issue, but knowing the past 2 weeks of working at Murkoff, their tech issues were anything but simple. I readied myself mentally as I walked into the observation room. "Thank god, Mr. Park, we've been calling for you! We're about to bring in a patient and we're dark. We can't see what's inside his head. See what you can do." Steve, the lead scientist, says to me. I type in a few codes here and there, processing. All of the sudden, "What? Oh dear god, they let out Gluskin." Steve says, looking out the observation glass. Three guards and two scientists are seen with man prepped for the sleep therapy, escorting him. All I hear is the muffled yelling by the glass, "Help! Help me! They're going to rape me!" Gluskin, as he's named, runs up and slams on the glass. "You! You can end this! Hurry, before it's too late!" I stand up, scared shitless, and the guard has a hand on his weapon. "Settle down there!" Steve pushes him aside. "Oh, relax. Mr. Park was just startled, and I'm sure he's very eager to get back to work, aren't you Mr. Park?" Steve smirks, looking at me. I let it load, and finish. "Very good! You can leave, now, Mr. Park. We don't need you anymore for now." Steve smiles, standing in front of the screen. I sigh, nodding. I walk out of the room, and back to my little area, hoping to send my email out. I open the door, only to get smacked around by guards. They throw me the corner again. I then see Murkoff's boss, Jeremy Blaire. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Park. I don't know if I should call you stupid, or say it was a mighty fine attempt at your email. Thinking you can get somewhere with a borrowed laptop, shitty homemade firewall, and a dark place." he slams my laptop on the ground, shattering it. "You seem very eager to leave the Murkoff Corporation. What was that? Did I hear him say he wanted to help with the Murkoff Sleep Therapy program?" he asks a guard, being a smartass. "Yes, sir, I heard him say that as well."