Garfield walked down the dimly lit corridor to the room where his fate was to be decided. Garfield knew this day was coming for well over a year now. The rough British accented men yelling at him to hurry up, Garfield regretted nothing. He reached the end of the corridor, the British accented men's yelling was drowned out by a white noise, and a numbing pain in Garfield's chest, he knew this was the end, and he regretted nothing.