There was a slight tremble in his hands as he brought the pencil closer to the ruler. The fingers of his left hand pressed down hard on the metal ruler, keeping it in place, aligned along the spaced out ten-inch dots he had measured earlier. He was almost angry with his right hand as it trembled, ever so slightly, the graphite approaching the metal. With every passing second, his anger grew and so did the pressure of his left hand, making his fingers grow white, as blood stopped in its tracks.