Picture On The Wall
The picture on the wall is slightly crooked. Not very crooked, only by a few angles. Chances are, if you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't notice.
I will not adjust the picture.
If I adjust the picture, I am still unstable. If I am still unstable, I will not be allowed back on the force. If I am not allowed back on the force, I will not be able to find and arrest Trudy's killer. If I can't find Trudy's killer, I will always be unstable. And if I am always unstable, I will never stop adjusting pictures. And so it goes on. An endless circle. If I ever want to get back on the force, if I ever want to find Trudy's killer, if I ever want to be stable, I need to break it somewhere.
So I won't adjust the picture. I have to start somewhere. I won't adjust the picture.
The picture is crooked. But I won't adjust it.
The picture is crooked. But I won't adjust it.
The picture is crooked.
I won't adjust it. It doesn't matter that the picture is crooked. I won't adjust it.
The picture is crooked.
I adjust the picture.