He hadn't gone far. As soon as he bust out of the next suite's bathroom door the voice came on. And with it, the strength just left his body. He collapsed on the floor, crawling over towards the bed. He curled up, his back against the board. His heart sounded so loud to him, pounding heavily. His breathing was like a hurricane. He tried to hold still, tried for force himself to be quiet. But it just seemed to get worse as he lay there.<br/><br/>And then the woman came back in. A killer, armed. Gail, though he knew not her name. Something seemed Evil about her, but he couldn't place what. The very look of her stole his breath away and ended his tremblings.<br/><br/>"Just... do it already... do it... I can't take it anymore..." he whispered out from the foot of the bed at Gail. The surveillance, the imprisonment, the starvation, sleep deprivation. His eyes were heavily bloodshot, his body seemed unwilling to hold himself up off the floor. His hand reached out towards Gail's foot. "Please... I can't take it..."