"Wake up, Henry. You're daydreaming again. C'mon into the office. I want to go over this year's budget update with you."

"Yeah, okay Frank. I was deep in thought."

"Right."

Henry, still groggy from the rude return to reality, rose from his desk. He was sweating. His glasses were all steamed up like he was running in the rain. He looked at the spreadsheets lying there before him.

And then, a strange look came over his face, which was noticed immediately by his fellow bullpen residents. Now he was wide-awake. Henry, not normally a decisive person, said aloud

"I can do it." His voice was very firm as he picked up the unfinished budget and walked with a determined stride to Frank's office.

"I know I can," he said louder this time, and firmer.

"Yes, I will!"

As he entered the office, he turned half-way around displaying the actor's smiling-frowning mask to his watchful audience. The door closed slowly behind him. Could this be the start of Henry Charade's Great Crusade?