Without A's or B's, there he was in a secret stairwell with unknown strangers.

Running from big animals; defies from logic.

One moment, a lioness was lying on its back, sleeping, while he had to make a crucial decision of either making a giant leap to cross over it or die with the rest of the stangers a floor below.

The next thing he knew, the lioness abruptly opened its eyes. Blank. He was a floor above.

Sound of cliche africa jungle echoed through the stairwell, panicked.

He opened the door which came from nowhere; through a wardrobe, open it ever gently before stepping into someone's room, unvited. Silent.

Somewhat the house-owner has a great instinct.

He on the other hand, knew that the animals were waiting on the other side of the wardrobe but he bear not confront with being labeled as a burglar.

He crawled back through the wardrobe where it seems never ending.

Then he herd a loud bang at the side of the house, he paused, looked behind, and the vivid sight of an owner was looking directly at him.

Screw the nap like crap.

It summaries perfectly.

He has to face it sooner or later...because running away from it wont get him any better. But how can one accustom when he knew he is not ready? How can one go through the process when he knew it's not the right choice?

He has set a set a dateline but is it an excuse, just like he did for the past 2 years? Or when the time comes, will he extend it?

And now he feels that drama starts to unfold.