Hours passed and although Drake was now nothing more than a huge statue of himself he could still feel every sensation, see everything in the scope of his eternal gaze and hear everything going on around him, and now night had fallen Drake, who had just hours ago been the greatest bodybuilder on earth, was feeling cold, and fearful about what the future had in store for him.
No way could he use the lamp now. In his mind he had tried thousands of times to produce some movement but nothing worked; he was well and truely stuck in a monument to his own folly, maybe forever. It was ironic that he had been the strongest man on earth, yet now was totally helpless, unable to react to anything around him.
He contemplated how would he cope being like this forever. Would boredom or madness consume him after god knows how many years. Again he tried with all his will to wiggle his toes or blink, but just like some many times before, nothing.
Although the stoney face in the mirror was smiling, Drake faced his eternity with a growing sense of hopelessness.