Once again, Vinnie woke up in his chair. This time he was sweating even more then before. He had died twice now. Was he dreaming within a dream? His brain couldn't handle this revelation. Instead he decided to watch TV, although he had seen this part three times now.
After a while, Vinnie noticed something. The TV hadn't been turned off. He looked around for the bald guard, but he couldn't see anyone. Maybe he had finally escaped from his dreams? Either way, he would stay here with his guard. It would be impossible for anyone to strangle or poison him without being seen and killed. He was sa-
BOOM
The window smashed and a bullet flew through the room. It hit Vinnie in the head, sending him flying from his chair towards the floor.