Gemotions

He grabbed his keys and rushed out of the door. John had just received an email, telling him his report would be available. He nearly tripped over the stairs, almost falling, as he rushed towards his car.

The drive to the computer store was a blur, a race against an invisible clock. He needed to get his computer repaired, so he could check the results immediately. The waiting was agony.

He felt a nervous heat building in his chest. He imagined the possibilities, the unexpected revelations. He just wanted to *know*. He wanted to *see*.