He crouched silently in the corner of the cramped, dark room. Boxes, piled high around him, cast shadows so deep they almost seemed to move. The man's eyes flicked from one shadow to another, the circuits of his brain trying to sort out the details of the scene. But it was impossible. Edges and lines seemed to shift, and slide out of focus when he looked at them. Somewhere in these shadows was the diamond, waiting for the warm envelope of his hand. He wanted to reach out, and fumble until he caught that glittering piece of glass, but he could not. He would tell his hands, "Go, go and find it," but then his eyes would catch a movement, or not a movement, and send the override. So he remained frozen, and his knees trembled in the darkness.