Doubt gnawed at John’s mind. Could they be planning to incarcerate him? What on earth was that thing in his toilet? Was it truly so dangerous? Could they somehow believe that he had intentionally placed it there? He had done nothing wrong, had he? He needed to assert his innocence.
His gaze fell on his cherished sketches, a collection of beautifully rendered birds. An activity that once brought peace and joy, now only managed to stir a longing for simpler times. He pondered over the irony of his situation – his fascination with nature, its beauty and predictability, had led him to a bizarre discovery, and an invasion of his life by forces beyond his comprehension.