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Gates of Delirium: Part 7 – Third Watch
McNab opened the door on the opposite room.
“Yowza. Things just got interesting. There’s a girl in the other room. I’m going in…” He suddenly shrieked as he nearly fell through the door.
Jim-Bean grabbed hold of McNab’s belt and pulled him back. He could see what McNab was reacting to. There was an unconscious woman in a red dress and heels on the floor.
As they climbed in, she woke up.
“What? What the hell? Where am I? Who the hell are you people?” She looked around. “I must have had more to drink last night than I thought.”
Hammer made introductions. “Who are you and how did you get here?”
“I’m Amy. Amy Spencer. I was seeing Doctor Tarrou to deal with work stress. He prescribed me these eye drops. The last thing I remember was putting two drops in my eyes and then I woke up here.” She looked the motley crew of people up and down. “How the hell did I get here? Have we been kidnapped?”
“I’m starting to see a pattern,” said Jim-Bean.
“Don’t ask me to explain what this place is,” said Hammer. “I don’t entirely understand it myself. We’re trying to get out of here together.”
McNab grinned. “You’re welcome to join us!”
Spencer rubbed her temples. “I don’t see that I have much choice.”
“More numbers,” said McNab. He was crouched down on the floor, peering at the inside of the door in the center of it. “1116059000.”
Jim-Bean picked something off of the door on the opposite side of the room. “Hey neat, these rooms come with watches now.”
Fielding inspected the watch. “Well this is bizarre.”
“Now what?” asked Hammer.
Fielding took off the watch on his wrist. “This is the watch that my wife gave me on my twentieth anniversary just before the divorce. See?” He showed the back of it. There was an engraving that read, “To Martin, Happy 20! With Love, Norma.”
“And this is the watch we just found,” he showed the back of the watch. The engraving was identical.
“Well,” said Jim-Bean, strapping the watch on his wrist. “At least we know what time it is.”
McNab opened the door on the opposite room.
“Yowza. Things just got interesting. There’s a girl in the other room. I’m going in…” He suddenly shrieked as he nearly fell through the door.
Jim-Bean grabbed hold of McNab’s belt and pulled him back. He could see what McNab was reacting to. There was an unconscious woman in a red dress and heels on the floor.
As they climbed in, she woke up.
“What? What the hell? Where am I? Who the hell are you people?” She looked around. “I must have had more to drink last night than I thought.”
Hammer made introductions. “Who are you and how did you get here?”
“I’m Amy. Amy Spencer. I was seeing Doctor Tarrou to deal with work stress. He prescribed me these eye drops. The last thing I remember was putting two drops in my eyes and then I woke up here.” She looked the motley crew of people up and down. “How the hell did I get here? Have we been kidnapped?”
“I’m starting to see a pattern,” said Jim-Bean.
“Don’t ask me to explain what this place is,” said Hammer. “I don’t entirely understand it myself. We’re trying to get out of here together.”
McNab grinned. “You’re welcome to join us!”
Spencer rubbed her temples. “I don’t see that I have much choice.”
“More numbers,” said McNab. He was crouched down on the floor, peering at the inside of the door in the center of it. “1116059000.”
Jim-Bean picked something off of the door on the opposite side of the room. “Hey neat, these rooms come with watches now.”
Fielding inspected the watch. “Well this is bizarre.”
“Now what?” asked Hammer.
Fielding took off the watch on his wrist. “This is the watch that my wife gave me on my twentieth anniversary just before the divorce. See?” He showed the back of it. There was an engraving that read, “To Martin, Happy 20! With Love, Norma.”
“And this is the watch we just found,” he showed the back of the watch. The engraving was identical.
“Well,” said Jim-Bean, strapping the watch on his wrist. “At least we know what time it is.”