Jobe panicked. He thought This is it, Jobe, you’ve finally gone nuts. It’s not like you didn’t see it coming. Uncle Tom was locked up, maybe it’s genetic. And with Mary.. and work.. a mental breakdown makes sense. Well, if that’s the case, I best get help.

Dashing from his spot in line, Jobe ran out to the street. Scanning the passerbys, franticly looking for a familiar face, or an officer, someone who could help him. Stepping out of a cab, he saw Carl, from the office. “Hey Carl!” he shouted, waving his arms like the lunatic he was.

“Jobe! What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” said Carl approaching cautiously.

“I’m- Well, Carl, I’m having a psychotic break. I’m crazy, and I need to be put away! You’ve gotta help me” Jobe begged.

“Whoa, calm down. Why do you think you’re crazy?” asked Carl.

“Do you see a man in a blue business suit standing next to me?”

Looking around, Carl replied “No.. do you?”

Oh Jobe thought. “No.. I was.. just sure that every one else did. Guess I’m ok after all.”