We know you're awake.We know you're awake." "I was just trying to collect myself and remember what happened," said Joe. Opening his eyes he saw an older man wearing a white coat and carrying a stethoscope. Glancing about he noticed he was restrained in what appeared to be hospital bed. Furthermore, he saw wires leading from his bed to a bank of monitors that were meaningless to him." "What happened? I have a heart attack or something." "No. Nothing that simple I'm afraid." Let me get the director to explain the situation to you. Several minutes later Joe looked up as a pretty blonde entered the room. "Mr. Watson, welcome back to the world of the living. My name is Dr. van Damme and I'm sure you have many questions..." "You bet I do babe. What happened, where am I, and when can I leave." Joe interrupted. "To answer your questions in order. You were drugged; slipped a mickey I think the vernacular is. You are on my private island, far removed from the United States, and I don't know when, if ever, you can return there. Does that satisfy your curiosity?" "What the fuck is going on here? Who the hell do you think you are?" Joe exploded. His answer was a slap from Dr. van Damme that rocked his still woozy head. "I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head. The story your associates will put out is this; as a result of your notorious womanizing, you have contracted AIDS. You have secreted yourself at a private clinic outside the United States to undergo experimental therapy, much as a famous actor did not to long ago. Eventually you will succumb to your illness and your remains will be cremated. After that, it won't be long before the world forgets that Joseph Watson ever existed." "How could this be happening to me?" Joe wondered. "Who put you up to this?" He demanded to know. |