After months of insanity, Doug Bishop finally reached his breaking point standing in a stranger's apartment as he watched his brother-in-law loom over a terrified newspaper boy, holding a syringe of ketamine.
"That's enough!" Doug snapped, shoving Stan away from the kid. "I didn't sign up for this!"
Stan rounded on him, brandishing the syringe. "He's seen too much! You want to lose that much money?" Behind Stan, the newspaper boy took the opportunity to scram. Doug wished he could do the same.
Wait a second. I can. "I didn't sign up for this," he repeated. "I'm done." With that, he turned his back on his brother-in-law. The carpeting on the room's floor muffled sound, but he did hear Stan's footstep. Doug turned his head to look behind him just as pain pierced he back of his neck. He felt the pinch of a something being injected into his body. The ketamine, he thought as his body began to feel extremely light. With an effort, he managed to turn and look at Stan, but there were two of him now... Something banged into Doug's shins, and he fell on to a pile of softness. Just gonna stay here 'til the Stans leave, he thought before surrendering to the darkness.