Reflect

Sitting there, Ethan doesn't even know what to think let alone how to handle what he just read. Glancing back over the last few messages, he feels his skin flush, the room suddenly hot.

Glancing up from the phone, he turns his attention upward, wondering what exactly is waiting for him upstairs. If he goes and finds out, there is no turning back. And, although he doesn't know it, his story would be written. The game over.

Or, alternatively, he could walk out the door, and put whatever this is in his rearview mirror.