it was the only goal in his mind . stomping up and down on their own . it was always the longest hour of his life , apart from the hour following church when he would hide in his room with a toddler-age clay , trying to entertain him while his father screamed at his mother a few doors down . now , got a pencil in your little hand ? he was disgusted at how little importance they were giving to this case . morning wont bring respite , neither will night . 