The Society of Narratographers meet only when it is dramatically appropriate to do so, but never more than once a month. Until now. A special meeting has been called, and the Secretary of the Committee on Character Arcs contacted me directly to make sure that I plan to attend. Of course my mind is fixated on the worst case scenario. So when my car wouldn’t start this morning, and I found a wallet full of cash on the bus, then happened to see my grade school crush buying bagels, I was slowly gripped by cold, heavy horror. I fear that I’m doomed. I’m afraid that I have been voted to the role of Protagonist.