Ben normal flying gait walked to the car, waved to the security guard on duty at the entrance to the studio and stepped on the accelerator. He stopped at the first gas station, ran to the bathroom and there he was vomit. Recovering and rinsing his mouth, he grabbed the edge of the sink and stared at the reflection in the mirror. - Oh, Whitaker, - he said. - That's you and got through it. Now what do you say, Benjamin? A? What? You scared the hell out? It's too late, man. He wiped his face and straightened his shoulders, blossoming smile. Coming out of the closet, he got into his car and drove off - this time back home. Today he made a heck of a true act, thought Ben, still smiling. All points of the i apart, and the situation is very clear. Fearfully? Yes. But is he ready for this? What kind of question is certainly ready. There was something he had long been waiting for. He put the film of the year. He would find the money for the filming. The coffin will lie, but finds.