Michael’s mind was screaming at him as he walked out of the room.

Without looking back, he made his way straight to the old oak tree he usually went to whenever something troubled him. He lay beneath it with a heavy sigh, his spine cracking softly as his back settled against the root.

His thoughts drifted to places he did not want to visit atleast not now and not when everything else was already slipping out of his control. He was trying to focus on what he had been planning for so long.

But his mind still returned to the night he first tried his experiment.

He let out a...