Quinn set up the new film and returned to his seat. The images were mostly dark and blurry at first. Then numbers appeared.
'Well, this ain't shit,' Quinn sighed, but he had already relighted his pipe and decided to stay where he was. Eventually an image of a man in a strange uniform appeared. From all the films he had seen, Quinn surmised that it was an army uniform of some sort. 'Well hello there handsome devil,' Quinn grinned, 'I take it you're John. Hmmm…'
The man in the uniform was in a house somewhere. A bedroom... His own? Quinn's interest peaked when he saw that the man was not alone. A buxom beauty appeared.
'WOAH!' Quinn cackled. Memories of Lydia quickly faded, 'And you must be Helen. John, you lucky man.'
The man in the weird uniform started to undress the women. Her breasts were exposed. Quinn sprung forward for a close up. His mouth was fully open. His hand instinctively went to his belt buckle. Then he paused. He snarled, 'Must the gods punish me so?' Due to the tumor and medication, Quinn was no longer able to pleasure himself. He swayed slightly at the edge of the chair, then sat back in defeat. At least he could watch the nice view. He looked at the ceiling and yelled, 'You bastards betta not take ma sight. Ya'll hear me?!'
Quinn relaxed again. He drew once again from his pipe. Just when the film was getting to the good part, there was a change. It got muddy again. Quinn wasn't sure if the film was over, but he waited. John appeared again. He was not in the uniform, but a less than appealing bagged jumper. 'The hell happened to you John?' This time there was a different woman in his bedroom. 'Who is this scrawny creature? Where's the other woman?'
The new version of John began to undress the new woman. Quinn groaned. 'Aww no no no! I don't want to see that. Ugh!' He contemplated changing the film. However, he was lonely and decided to continue to watch. The woman's skirt fell to the floor. Quinn covered his eyes. He slowly peeped through his fingers. It wasn't so bad. It was a woman after all. Alt-John undid his own belt. Quinn was interested again.
Alas, his joy did not last. A new figure emerged. A red figure. 'What?' Quinn's eyes were wide open. 'How? This is black and white? Waiiiiitttt…' The figure was not part of the film. It moved towards him.
'Enjoying yourself?' the red figure mocked.
'RYDER! You bastard! Have you no decency! Even in death you ruin my afternoons! Get out of the way!' Quinn threw an empty bottle at the ghostly Ryder. It flew right through him and smashed behind him. The contents splashed onto the projector screen making the image of Juliana obscured.
'Opppss,' Ryder grinned looking at the mess behind him.
'LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!' 'Who is she?' 'What? I don't know. The label is worn. GET OUT OF THE WAY! It's getting to the good part!'
'No her,' Ghost Ryder pointed to a woman who appeared by the cabinet.
'Dafuq are you?' Quinn stood up and looked to where his dead son had pointed, 'Wait…'
'Where am I?' the woman asked. She was bleeding and in pain.
'You're the scrawny one? How? How did you hurt yourself?' Quinn clutched his head as the room spun, 'Ohhhh… I don't feel so good.'
'Lol,' Ryder mocked.
'Who are you?' the woman asked.
'You're in my bunker,' Quinn straightened up, 'So answer me sweety. Who are you?' Quinn snarled.
'My name is Juliana.'