Lost

I saw her. She was right there. I lost it.

She wanted it, but I didn't have it anymore. She asked where it was. I lied. I said that you had it, that you took it from me. Now she's looking for you.

So, yeah. I sold you out. It was not my finest moment, to be sure. Hey, I was scared. But at least I’m telling you ahead of time. You can have a plan for when the lady with a flaming sword knocks on your door. Me? I’m headed for Antarctica.

Hey man don’t get mad me maybe you shouldn’t never done that now the lady the with flaming sword is about to punish you plus the only reason why i sold you out i wasn’t trying to end up like the rest of y’all honestly i will send you a postcard when get to antarctice

,” Jules said breathlessly. “Jules,” Barbara said in reply. “Calm down and take your meds. You’re obviously having one of your manic episodes.” Jules didn’t listen, so he got up out of bed, then began to run toward the door, only to trip on his blanket and knock himself out.

“It’s for the best this way,” Barbara said glancing at the ever present camera in the corner. “If their mind questions too much before the procedure it makes the transfer more complicated.” She hoisted Jules up onto the bed, unlatched the wheels, and pushed him out into the hall.