“I can’t say any more. I’ve already said too much.” He says as we walk into another room. He digs into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys.
“Can I trust you?” He asks. I nod and he proceeds to unlock the chains that currently bounded my wrists and ankles.
“Please get dressed.” He leaves the room.
I put on the toga and then the sandals. This was not convenient. Where did he escape to anyway a fancy dress party? As I adjust the toga the doctor then walks in wearing similar attire; this must be a sordid sex game.
“Are you ready?” The doctor asks.
“…Ready for what?” I counter, almost not wanting to hear the answer.
Didn’t do as much writing as I wanted to yesterday, mainly because I fell asleep. What an idiot. Anyway; I march on. Hopefully hitting 15k before bed time.
Work at 6am tomorrow, what the fuck is that?