I woke up in a hospital this morning but I can still feel him watching. The doctors say I was found one hundred miles outside of Las Vegas. They had to toss my clothes because they were drenched in blood. They tell me an officer will be in to ask me a couple of questions some time soon, but I don't want to talk to the police. I can still feel him watching me, and if he's watching me here then there's no place I can go to escape. That's when he pulled up, driving a black BMW, he rolled the window down and a big old cloud of smoke poured out (it wasn't cigar smoke either).
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