Suspicious Boundaries

Tick tock… the clock was almost pointing to midnight; it was complete darkness in one of the city’s foggy streets. A sweaty teenage boy named Norman, carrying a heavy black suitcase trots down a hallway looking for a red button… “Where’s that damn button? Where is it?” He touches the wall with his weary hands, and suddenly he feels something soothing… he cries out eagerly: “Here I have it!” And before his hand presses the button, he hears an innocent voice calling out to him: “Norman, I found you!” What does this button carry in? Will Norman overcome what he might face?