As a human, that sentence numbed me, but I started to breathe freely.
I finished all the handover documents insensibly. By the time I opened the glass door and walked out from the place that confined my senses as a human being for a couple of months, I heard my heart beating, felt the movements of my lungs, and became like Michael Jordan for a moment with a flying ball through the basket.
Just before I opened my room, I was sane again, took my laptop and began to write.