Jim picked up the control pad from its perch and fingered the single red button that sat on its face . Its single wire spooled on the floor and made a haphazard path to component one . Standing on the floor panel with the gun bearing down on him a swarm of butterflies kicked up windstorms in his stomach .
He licked his lips compulsively and as his thumb strayed near the button he started to hyperventilate .
Emotion: Fear