As the hours of Monday ticked by, Ray dove into work mode. The constant clacking of his keyboard, the beeping of his hard phone, the voice on the other end of his headset, all of those were his only company within the cubicle he would call his own still for the next four hours. Tech support, considered to be a boring job with a slightly decent pay. True enough, for someone not supporting a family, this line of work would get you by, albeit not comfortably but it does the job.<br/><br/>"Hey Ray, we're heading out for lunch. There's a Grubber's food truck out there, wanna come?"<br/><br/>The invitation broke his fluid concentration. The thought of having done something good earlier today fueled him mentally that he almost forgot to take his lunch. The voice and generous invite came from one of his teammates, Corby. He and his buddies were awaiting his response. Pressing the mute button on his hard phone, Ray turned around in his chair to face the man. He was just about to say 'yes' but stopped in his tracks abruptly, thoughts drifting in almost simultaneously with the notion. This wasn't right. These people had no idea what he was capable of doing and he didn't want them to be a part of it. Even though he knew that they were just trying to be the friendly office mate to him, with all good intentions at heart, he couldn't bare to get them caught up in his world.<br/><br/>"You go on ahead. I'm stuck with a grandma complaining about why Google changed its landing page." he smoothly lied. Corby's face dropped a little but returned a polite smile. "Alright man, suit yourself. Though let me tell you, employee of the month doesn't have that much perks in here." he warned him half jokingly.<br/><br/>After watching the rest of his team leave their bay, Ray slowly eased back on his chair and stared blankly at his computer screen. Truth is, he wanted to go. He wanted to socialize, he wanted to be normal again. However, the sad truth and reality is that he was far from normal. He couldn't risk making bonds with others without truly understanding his curse from the inside out, there's just no way he would do that. For all he knows, there could be people out there who knows of his power, like some secret company or cult wanting to take advantage of it. Ray stopped once more and chuckled. It was a ridiculous thought.<br/><br/>"I apologize for putting you on hold ma'am..." he continued on, trying to get back into the game.<br/><br/>Not a few minutes into it, one of the front line managers followed by company security came rushing towards him looking slightly distressed. They all stood a polite distance from Ray and waited for the man to finish his call before speaking.<br/><br/>"Young man, what have you done?" he asked, his tone icy cold and almost demeaning.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I don't understand, what is it that I have done?" he questioned back, looking more confused than he sounded.<br/><br/>"Why are 'suits' asking for you?"<br/><br/>Suits? It could mean a lot of things but from watching a little too much of the cop shows, and how his front line manager was acting, the definition of<span style="font-style: italic">suits</span>was probably the right one he had in mind. Now Ray was sharing the panic that gripped his manager. Had he done anything wrong to get the attention of these suits? Ray went back to his memories and tried to search for anything that would warrant their attention. Nada.<br/><br/>"If you would be so kind, please step away from the desk and let us escort you downstairs." said one of the company security guys.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That won't be necessary. We'll take it from here."</span><br/><br/>The new voice startled the security guys and the manager. They turned around only to find a pair of these suits already on the ops floor. Ray who finds himself in a middle of an argument between suits and company policy couldn't think straight. All he knew was that he had done nothing wrong and this was all a mistake. He looked at one of the suits looking for him, the female one. She seemed to be keeping a very close eye on him while having one hand hidden in her pocket. It made Ray feel uneasy. She seemed to have sensed it and was about to react when Ray thought it was time to put his demon to good use.<br/><br/>The next thing he knew was that it was five in the morning and it was Monday all over again. It took a moment for his memories to sink in but he immediately thought back to that one specific moment that will happen later on today.<br/><br/>"The suits event..." he muttered to himself.<br/><br/>Then his thoughts came to a shocking conclusion. The ideas that he deemed ridiculous at first was starting to come true. The words he recalled in his head, spoken by that female suit rang clearly in his head,<span style="font-style: italic">'he's gonna jump'</span>. How did they know? What happened to him? Why were they looking for him? But more importantly, is he safe? Ray rushed to his window pane and looked down the streets below. They were near empty and hardly any signs of life yet. Beads of sweat formed all over his face as he rested his back on the wall, sinking slowly down to the floor. There was just so much going on and learning about people who knows of his power was the last thing he needed. What was he supposed to do now? It was clear as day.<br/><br/>"I gotta run..."