He can't move. Standing stock-still, staring at the same spot on his bathroom wall that he's been looking at since he stumbled in here ten minutes ago, He feels like he's just run a marathon instead of just woken up.

After Karen had left he'd dozed off for awhile, hoping to escape the fact that his life is so monumentally screwed.

But he knows it's hopeless. He's still in love with Pam, he can't hide it and Karen knows too but she's ignoring it.

He finally turns to the mirror. The expression on his face plaintively asking "Now what?"