"What the... Fuck?" Chuck asks incredulously, and his hand slowly slithers down to his pants, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out his cell-phone and flips it open... He has Amanda's phone number, he could try calling her... Or, he could call the police, because she seemed pretty distressed... But in the end, Chuck waited, watching Amanda with baited breath, his left thumb hovering over the '9' button.<br/><br/>"That's not the TV..." He said absently, his entire attention focused on what was happening.