Paranoia now set in. Vinnie never watched his TV, opting to keep one eye on the door and the other on the window. Where had that bullet come from? The open garage across the road looked like a good spot, though it was open and therefore exposed.
If he kept his eyes there, then there was no way for him to be attacked without him spotting his attacker, most likely the bald man he had seen in his... previous lives.
Previous lives? Did I really just think that?
The thought itself was ridiculous but it had to be true. He doubted that he had been dreaming within a dream within a dream within another dream. There must be a limit to how many dreams one person could be having.
Beep beep. Beep beep.
Vinnie's phone, which was on the table by the window, was ringing. Should he get it? Or was it just a way to draw him out? He decided to ignore it, much to the bewilderment of his guard. After a few minutes the ringing stopped.
After waiting a while, Vinnie decided that he could let his guard down and watch TV. He had survived longer than before. Maybe the dream was finally over?
Boom!
A bullet came flying through the wall. Vinnie turned and was about to duck when it came through his chair and into his head. He was flung, with more force than before, from his chair into the TV.