He feels the keys fly from his hand before he can realize what he is doing. He isn't sure that it makes him feel better, but it damn sure makes him feel something other than hopeless. He yanks the old mirror off the wall next to the door and throws it as hard as he can against the wall. The sound of the glass shattering just makes him even more desperate to destroy anything he can get his hand on. So, he gives in.
He kicks the umbrella rack, and the hollow crash makes just fuels his helplessness and rage.
