3rd stitch sewn ≈ [action]
[Andy's door is wide open. He knows that it would probably be smarter to lock it until this is over, but everything is feeling too strange. Keeping it closed feels claustrophobic.]
[If one glances in, one can see he's frantically tearing it apart in search of...something.]
Okay, I left it on the desk last, and I checked all around it before...unless I put it in the kitchens again? No, I would've remembered that by now--
[He runs his hands through his hair, shifting his look from 'nervous' to 'slightly demented', turns back toward the desk, and begins to rearrange everything on it for what is probably be the third or forth time.]
[And the thought creeps into his mind, what if you're just losing your mind, your memory?]
[...He can only force his fear back for so long.]
[If one glances in, one can see he's frantically tearing it apart in search of...something.]
Okay, I left it on the desk last, and I checked all around it before...unless I put it in the kitchens again? No, I would've remembered that by now--
[He runs his hands through his hair, shifting his look from 'nervous' to 'slightly demented', turns back toward the desk, and begins to rearrange everything on it for what is probably be the third or forth time.]
[And the thought creeps into his mind, what if you're just losing your mind, your memory?]
[...He can only force his fear back for so long.]