Pattern Matching

His job was to keep it all together, and he had no idea how anymore.  He sat in the control room, hands laid across keyboards he couldn't think how to use, mouth ajar at the disaster unfolding before him.  Theodore had hit his wall.

"What's the panic?" asked Jake, sliding the door closed behind him and sitting in the backup's chair.  Theodore didn't take his eyes from the screens, just stayed there, breathing slowly.

"Look at it," he said softly.  "Just watch it."

"Watch what?" asked Jake...