Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. James had loved this building, with its quirks and character. Now, he felt the need to *react*. He went into the kitchen. He began to scrub the countertops, scrubbing with a fervor he didn't normally use.

He needed to be busy, to be doing something. He opened the refrigerator, checking expiration dates on food, discarding anything that might be remotely past its prime. He felt an incessant need to be in motion.

His thoughts raced ahead, considering all the potential ramifications. His hands shook as he reached for the phone, dialing his landlord's number, wanting to know immediately what the hell was going on.