Please edit my intro and conclusion for punctuation!?

[He (you need a subject)], gazes hopelessly into a crowd of unfamiliar faces, seeking an acquaintance, an element of truth, an answer. The clock in the tower chimes again, its hands moving faster and faster every second. Time is of essence, and yet the concept of time is impossible to grasp when a man's life is at stake. Still no answer, no call: the only sign of life throbs out, taking shape in an exasperated heartbeat, the mind is overwhelmed, considering every possibility over and over. But the others walk down another path: they seem so confident, so blissfully unaware of the gnawing uncertainty that tears at one man's heart. Standing at the one fork in the path-- that fragile line between justice and injustice, freedom and the chair--is Juror Number 2, whose severe bout of conscience and indecision plays a subtle, though starkly opposite role in 12 Angry Men. Through the web of words craftily spun of Reginald Rose, the reader is empowered: he can see through the outward indifference of Juror Number 2: he can see his soul. And in that soul breeds a terrible, yet necessary feeling: hesitation.