There's water dripping unprompted in your bathroom. Your faucet's broken again.
1. [[Fix it]]
2. [[Let it drip]]You pull your dad's old toolbox and get to work. He'd given this to you in case of emergency, but unfortunately you have never touched a tool in your life. You open the box and stare at the contents for a second, trying to figure out what to use.
3. [[Wrench]]
4. [[Screwdriver]]
5. [[...Duct tape fixes everything, right?]]You ignore the water for now and go back to what you're working on. What's a drip going to do? You keep:
6. [[watching your television show]]
7. [[working on your manuscript]]
8. [[staring at a wall]]You pull the wrench out and feel its weight in your hand. It’s heavy and metallic and smells kind of like pennies. You place the wrench’s head to the faucet and get to work.
[[Twist left]]
[[Twist right]]You take the screwdriver out and look at it. It has a cheap red plastic handle and a chipped stainless steel head. You recall vaguely that this tool is used to screw things in, and you’re pretty sure there are no screws on this particular faucet.
[[Well, back to the toolbox. ->Fix it]]You wrap some duct tape around the sink and go back to the couch. [[A few hours later]]...Recently, you've been lying semi-catatonic on your living room couch binging episodes of <i>Hoarders</i>. For some reason, seeing all these people in these dire situations makes you feel like yours isn't all that bad. It's also a major incentive in getting you to pick your Dominoes boxes up from the floor. You spend a few hours watching television, and then you [[go to bed]].Your editor has been on your ass for weeks about finishing your second draft. You'd love to, you really would, but it's hard to think about finishing. Reluctantly, you sit down and begin typing, oblivious to anything around you. [[A few hours later]]...You decide it's better to just dissociate out of your mind and stare at your beige-ish wall. [[A few hours later]]...You twist left, and the faucet splits in two. Water spills out onto the floor of your bathroom and sinks into the fabric of your socks.
[[God, ew.]] If you don't fix this fast, there's [[going to be a problem.]]Double-click this passage to edit it.Your socks are soaked, and frankly that's a dealbreaker for you. Resigned to calling a plumber, you trudge back to your previous [[task->Let it drip]].Sighing, you roll up your sleeves and get to work. It doesn't take long before your clothing is completely soaked, and you still haven't made much progress in fixing your sink. Maybe it's time to [[call a professional]].You're just too exhausted to continue any work, so you head to bed. After settling into the covers, you feel a lot more at peace with your situation. [[A few hours later]], however...You get it fixed, and return to your life. It starts dripping again a bit later, but you know what to do about it now.Your apartment has completely flooded.
[[try again->h]]