Dave was so bored that he thought that he was going to explode.
It'd been going on for months. He turned up for appointments and went through the motions. No-one seemed to notice.
When the talking was done he got into his car and likened the feeling to slowly drowning.
Something was cutting off the air supply and every time he came up a big hand would push him back under.
In time, anything could happen.
What he didn't bank on was that every time the glass door opened onto the quad there would still be people who would stare at the door as if he was still there connected to his shadow.