GUY RAPHAELSON:
((Guy groans as he wakes up. He feels as though he has been sleeping for days and days. His moan is muffled, and he finds himself in complete darkness.))
** Mmm-mmff?**%% Now what's going on? %%
((Guy found his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied to a chair he was sitting in: a gag in his mouth and some blindfold over his head. He tried to pull loose of the bindings, shook his head to remove the gag, but they were bound tightly.))
((For a moment, Guy felt like he would be very, very ill... he began to hyperventilate. Where was his briefcase???!!!))
%% Alright, calm down, Guy. You don't need your briefcase. You need to figure out where you are, what happened, and what we can do about it. %%
%% Right. I have no clue where I am. I'm bound to a chair, blindfolded, and gagged. %%
%% What happened? I had to get Lucise out of the bathroom. It's impossible to do anything with him in there with me. Well there was something we could do, but I was trying to get ready for the day, not do that.%%
%% Okay, spare the details. %%
%% Anyway, so I got him out of the bathroom. Got back to my facial scrub and shave. Looked in the mirror for a moment... I kind of went blank after that. %%
%% You are one sick person. %%
%% My medication ran out. %%
%% You do realize you're talking to yourself right. %%
%% Well you're only in my head, you don't count. %%