Eddie sat in his seat, staring down at his plate and his single pea. His mind felt fuzzy. Everything sounded like..static. why was thing happening? He had nothing to deliever. If he had nothing to do, what was he? who was he? His neighbors said he needed a break, but...he hated this. His job was important to him. It's what made him important to the others. Why did this have to—

he found himself slowly glancing up as he vaguely made out..someone speaking to him..he couldn't tell what they were saying, or who it was.

"..mmnnhhgh??.."