"No!" Jake cried out, tears coming to his eyes, though he refused to let them fall. "No more. Let me go..." His flailing reached its peak as he started to panic and throw his chair back. My arms... trapped... I need my arms...

It was inexplicable to Jake, why he panicked suddenly, but he knew that he needed to get out. He tugged and tugged, which caused more and more pain, which made him panic and flail, which made him tug and tug... Jake's breathing quickened as he tried to shift his chair away, not knowing how he would exactly get down the stairs.

This method of moving wasn't getting him very far at all, not even out of the line of chairs. Looking up the waiting room, Jake finally caught sight of the place he had stood that day... the day after the incident at the library. A quick flashback of a falling boy later, and Jake was wide-eyed and pale. His bottom lip went as he remembered the coldness of the skin. He thought he saw someone right ahead of him...

"No," Jake yelped, before trying to make his chair fall, as if that would somehow get him away from the imaginary Set. He had no-one to go to for help.