• I know I should be working, but I don't care. Spinning in my chair and eating my BLT, there isn't a worry in the world. But then the floor crumbles and falls into oblivion, and my lunch goes flying as I grab onto the doorknob. Flames come up to meet my feet, the wind wistles and howls, and the ghastly voices of the dead fill the air as I hold on for dear life. I feel the fire getting hotter, but even worse I feel the wall starting to crumble. I look around for something else to grab onto, I cry to God for help, but I know this is the end; and it's all because I choked on that damn sandwich.