Paul paced back and forth in his room, would this work… would that work… he think over and over in his head.  His pace quickened until he was swinging his boot towards the reinforced door *THUD*, ‘fuck’ he grumbled as he took a few steps back breathing in slowly.  He looked around the room for a distraction… his eyes would come to rest upon the tape recorder next to his bed, he was already moving towards it.