Gemotions

He was already halfway through his morning run when the delivery truck pulled up. John barely registered it; his thoughts were already miles ahead, plotting the next step in his presentation. He rounded the corner, legs pumping effortlessly, and found a package on his porch. "For Marcus Bellweather," it read. He didn't know a Marcus Bellweather.

He paused, a flicker of curiosity sparking within him. His heart rate, normally a steady drum, seemed to quicken. He wasn't one for opening other people’s mail, but something told him to take a look. Inside, he found a collection of antique maps. He laughed out loud at the absurdity of it. He felt like he could run to the moon.

He immediately called his boss. “I have an idea.” he started, before letting out a hearty laugh.