His golden eyes glared at the monitors in front of him, all the while tapping his fingers on the stack of papers on the table impatiently, the other hand clutching the microphone tightly. He had curly black hair messily arranged on his head.
Behind these monitors was a man, staring unblinkingly at them, not turning to acknowledge the presence of Stanley who curiously observed him. On the desk sat three monitors, all dusty. Stanley entered a dark room with a semi-circular desk positioned at the center. 'You're still going in?! I guess I'll take that as a no then. So why don't you just get out of there and pick up at where we left the story. Where did you get that in the first place? Never mind, you won't tell me anyway. 'What do you have there? A key?! Well, no wonder you opened it.
' Wha -? That's impossible! I could've sworn I locked that door. 'Stanley? Where are you going? Stanley, wait. 'Whe n Stanley came to a set of two doors, he entered the door to his left.
