Time has seemed to slow. I can almost feel with every pound of my heart the blood move through my body. One Step. Why must it be so difficult to move at this very moment. I can either find what has been tormenting me for the past few hours or have my fear thats been eating me on the inside come true. Second Step. I have taken control over my body than I ever have before, yet it seems that I am a mear puppet being lead by strings. Have my introverted ways made me who I am or someone I never wanted to become. Third Step. Why am I returning back toward my boat. Does this thing want me to leave