Snake had just settled Taylor into the bed. His friend's leg was bothering him more and more. The itching beneath the cast was unbearable for Taylor and Plissken laid on the couch wondering how he was going to get the damned thing off. There would be time to think of that later. Right now Snake needed sleep. It was exhausting trying to keep an eye on everything alone. With Taylor lame and his own pain it took nearly inhuman powers of focus to keep on top of things.

Plissken had been asleep for a few hours. It was blissful, dreamless sleep until the thumping brought Plissken to. His eye opened to the gaudy picture hanging over the back of the couch. It was bouncing against the wall. Snake barely saw it as the noise pushed his sight to a white haze. Snake slammed his fist on the wall.

The music died down. It was still loud but the thumping had stopped. It was enough and Plissken drifted back to sleep. He had just settled in when the thumping started again.

"TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!" Plissken knocked plaster out of the wall when he hit it this time. A bloody smudge left on the pale blue walls. He was getting infuriated. This time the thumping didn't stop. Snake growled at the wall and got up.

He grabbed the pistol he had and headed for the door in just his snow camo fatigues. He wanted to sleep and he didn't give a damn who was having a party next door they were going to turn the music off. Snake stalked over to the door and knocked.

He jacked the slide on the police pistol and slid it into the back of his pants as he waited. Nothing. This time he banged on the door and it shook in the frame. Still nothing. Plissken's eye took in both lengths of the hall. There wasn't a soul. Snake glared at the door. The thumping was pulsing with the pain in his head like a hammer at the back of his eye. Someone had a sledge in there bringing it down in time with the drums right on his optic nerve.

Plissken exploded inside to a ball of white hot rage. His foot came up and he kicked the door. Even in bare feet the door burst free. Wood splintered from the hinges ripping free. Stunned party goers stumbled drunkenly away from the man stepping into the door way. He glanced around the room until he saw the speakers.

It seemed like looking at the speakers only made the banging in his head worse. "Turn that GODDAMN shit off."

Snake watched one of the punks raise the middle finger at him. Rage made the motion of his mouth form words in slow motion. Snake knew what he was saying even if he couldn't hear it. Instantly Plissken drew the pistol. People scattered. He wasn't interested in shooting them but they didn't know.

The pistol came level with the stereo system. Plissken emptied the clip into it before lowering his arm. Gun still in hand he sauntered back to his room. Locking the door he flopped down on the couch to go back to sleep in the newly created silence.