There are times when a man just needs to sit down and reflect on his decisions in life. Not the ones he took immediately before finding himself at the bottom of a dark, seemingly endless cave system with nothing but the ethereal light of heatless torch to guide him, but then, what choice did he have? He couldn’t exactly use real fire anymore, can’t take the risk. No, rather, one should think how life would be different if only he had possessed a bit more patience. If only he hadn’t hung up on that client at five past six that evening, deciding to quit his job and type up the resignation email before he got stuck with the inevitable layoff everyone knew was looming over them. If only he had stopped to double check to make sure that his front, right wheel wasn’t punctured instead of just saying ‘screw it’ and driving home anyway. If only he took his time on the roads, slick as they were with rain and black frost that refused to melt. If only he did anything other than rush home that night. If only, if only…