I feel trapped, because I'm the person who determines whether or not all the dominoes tumble to the ground. You took the careful time to set them up, only to find that your foundation was weak. I look closely and I see them shaking on top of the old table- if I'm not careful, one will fall and the rest will follow. I wish I could just walk away from all this, but I can't. The dominoes are shaking. You're the one who put me in this position. I can hear them rattle. I think I should be a hero, but I don't know how. Clumsily, I bump into the table, and watch them all fall.