Can’t Sleep

When Charles entered, he saw the shadows under the dim yellow light look over with unfriendly gazes. He froze in place. His bad premonition grew heavier.

"What's wrong?" Beard Guy craned his neck and squeezed past. He nodded at everyone. "Everyone's here? Charles, don't just stand there. Mr. Constantine is busy."

Charles managed a smile and followed Beard Guy. He saw their faces and thought the gazes were all icy.

"Sorry, I came back late. I almost couldn't find Charles." Beard Guy patted his pocket. "It's not my fault. It's too hard to find a place that sells cigarettes. I could only get this crude tobacco. Does anyone want it?"

Constantine seemed to be deep in thought.

"Cory, you're back just in time." The examiner smiled and pointed at the document. "Everyone has finished reading and we're only missing you two."