Staring at the card Martha left with him, Kingsley sits in his office chair.

Her ultimatum echoes in his mind, and the weight of her words devastates him. "I want all of you, not a part."

He closes his eyes and leans back, but the picture of Martha's weeping face persists.

Something he believed he had long since buried had been awakened by her presence.

Unable to concentrate on the piles of papers on his desk, he stands up suddenly.

His mind is a jumble of ideas, each one dragging him differently.

He yells into the intercom, "Cancel all my meetings," then picks up his coat and walks out of...