My voice squeaked. It was hoarse. My heart flew up to my throat and began beating loudly, echoing each single beat throughout my head. Breathe.
I couldn't help wringing my hands. It was almost as if I was forcing myself to be nervous. They were giving me kindly glances, but it didn't matter. The situation was unbearable. One deep breath.
I swallowed hard. This wasn't the gate of death, but it almost seemed like it. Judgement day in one sense, perhaps. "We weren't ever aware of the fact that we did anything wrong..." One more single deep breath.

Yesterday, I was able to configure my new cellphone with icq. Unfortunately, my long desire to have a cellphone was already waning by the time I got one.