He ripped open the pasta box, the Safeway logo torn in half, and haphazardly poured the noodles into the boiling water. His attention was directed at the minute hand directly across the room. 6:15 pm. A few noodles leaped from the pot, diving head first onto the floor; not a single noodle broke. He picked them up, envious of their resilience but he knew their secret. Boil in water. Off they went to their inevitable doom; the hope of escape brought about an overwhelming feeling of despair.