Inside, Tori found another pan, went back outside to catch rain and then came back into the kitchen to clean Brandi up. She was trying to talk but all that was coming out was stammering. Gently wiping one of the tea towels over the lacerations, Tori could make out that the cuts did indeed say, Get used to it. Tori frowned and looked around as if looking for whomever was responsible.<br/><br/>"Asshole," she muttered. Sympathetic chatter in her head made Tori go stock still. "Are you guys hearing any voices? I keep hearing voices, like I'm tuned into a radio or more like a walkie talkie, because it seems 'they' are talking directly to me. In here, it is like, I don't know, kitchen staff, servants. They work here and know the score, which evidently must have been pretty bad Out there, in the main house, I hear this man and he isn't nice."<br/><br/>Fish was patting Brandi's face, like he was trying to bring her out of a faint,<br/>"Come on, bitch. Sober up. That blunt was not fucking laced with anything remotely illegal."<br/><br/>"Pot is illegal, Fish," Tori pointed out.<br/><br/>"She knows what I mean," Fish dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Come on, bitch."<br/><br/>"Why is he calling her, bitch?" Tori whispered to Jacob.<br/><br/>"To piss her off," he answered.<br/><br/>The obvious affection that Fish had for Brandi finally seemed to penetrate her foggy brain.<br/>"How did I fucking get in here?" she asked, looking around blankly. "Where are Greg and Shanna?Oh my fucking god! How the fuck did my clothes get all torn up and why the fuck are my tits hanging out? and what in the name of high holy hell is all over me?"<br/>Brandi was starting to get angry. She swatted away Tori's attempt to cover her up and glared at Fish.<br/><br/>"Hey, guys, Jacob," Greg called. "We are back online and you gotta see this."