He had been stood in front of the mirror in the corner of his room for at least twenty minutes, his tie in his hands, his outer robes still hanging from a clothes hook waiting for him to put them on. He felt frozen though, staring at his own reflection. On the outside, he looked much as he had before his life had begun to spiral, if a little older. On the inside though, he felt stretched thin and burnt out from nearly two years of being terrified for the lives of his family, and then eight months of wondering and worrying about this very day.