Crap. My fears fucked every thing up once more. I ought to repair it, and I need to do it now. I stick to Daniel to the Bed room, but I can’t open the doorway. He locked it from The within, dammit. How am I intending to correct it if he doesn’t even allow me to talk to him? I kick the coffee desk, and it tumbles onto the rug. I am so Fed up wi