“Nothing good is going to come of this,” I was thinking as we got near the end. But Henry is more into dreams than drastic moves (as most of us are — this is almost always a Good Thing) and in the end, Nobody Died. (Damn! There goes your body count average, Annie!) But as a character piece, it‘s excellent. About the only people who can’t empathize with Henry are people who actually do act out their fantasies, and most of those people are spending time in places with doors that go buzz when they open. You captured what an awful lot of people go through on a daily basis, living inside their heads.
Although I kinda wish something bad had happened to Greg… but in real life, things never do. <sigh>