It was then - when the armed guards shoved me into that dark armored-train compartment - that I knew my life was over.
"Hey concierge, I asked for a room with a view!" I called out futilely, as the locks clanked shut.
The only response, however, was that of a subdued female voice, from somewhere in the darkness:
"…You're Robert, right…? They said your name was Robert Drake."
"The one and only." I sighed, stumbling into what I determined to be a plastic bed frame, as I blindly felt my way around the room.
"Though my friends call me 'Bobby'…" I added blankly, as I sat down on the thin mattress and itched at the edges of the inhibitor collar around my neck. I reached out with my other hand, toward where her voice had come from, but all it found was a solid wall.
"Bobby." She repeated quietly, her voice somehow drifting through the barrier.
I nodded, though I knew she couldn't see me. "And that must make you, uh… Miss California?"
"…Jubilation…"
"Uh, well yeah, it's a real pleasure meeting you," I shrugged, "But I've definitely had better days than this."
"No, you dweeb. My name is Jubilation… Jubilation Lee."
"Oh."
And it was then - when lights suddenly burst in front of my eyes - that I knew my life was over.