Considering the danger of the situation provides you with a powerful rush of adrenaline but an ever-increasing anxious uneasiness.

With a stutter you answer: “You’re crazy. I’m not helping you!”

“Fine, but you should know the phone is a switch that arms and disarms a bomb that’s been planted somewhere nearby…”

“What?”

The voice in your ear continues, “…and you should know that the bomb is now activated.”

“No!” you say loudly.

BEEP

“What was that?” you ask.

“What was what?”

“A beep… I heard a beep…”

Dropping the phone from your ear, you notice the battery light flashing. “Aw, man,” you say sighing. “The battery is almost dead!”

“If that battery dies, you won’t be able to disarm the bomb!”

“I know. No fair!”

You shrug your shoulders, lower your head and pout, placing the box of envelopes and Monopoly-money back on the shelf. Folding a gray stocking cap over your head you wipe a tear from your drooping eyes.

Shuffling back you repeatedly whisper to yourself, “You’re crazy…you’re crazy."