May 8th, 2014
Roamuro Pyotreau sat at his desk, feathered pen in hand, staring at a blank piece of paper. He knew that Skalian citizens were angry with him, but he needed a way to calm them down. His 9-year-old daughter, Hana, ran into the room.
"Hi Papa!", she said, hugging her father.
"Shh... Hana, go play outside. Daddy is busy." Roamuro replied.
Hana nodded, running out of the room to her brothers and sisters. Roamuro sighed and pushed his chair back and began to pace along the perimeter of the room. He needed to know what issue to address in his speech. Healthcare? Education? He couldn't think of anything that really needed to change in Skalia. He rubbed his head, very much disturbed by the fact that he couldn't think much.