. . . wh . . . wha . . . what's going on? Wh . . . where am I? Why am I in a hospital bed? How did I end up here? My head is pounding, wow, I haven't had a headache like this in ages. You're a police detective? My mouth is so dry, and everything looks blurry. Wh . . . what's that you're asking me? No, I don't know what happened to me. Ok, I'll try my best to remember. Yes, it's coming back now, but it's jumbled, it's just bits and pieces. Slart was there, I remember that much. Wait, it's clearing up. He asked me if I could show him my prized tilde collection, I opened the safe, we discussed their value on the open market, he asked if they were traceable, and if I had insurance on them. The next thing I knew he had a handkerchief or bandana or something like that, and he asked me amother question, but I couldn't hear him, it was as if he mumbled or spoke Australian or something. I leaned in to hear him better, but after that, I can't remember a thing. Wait, please tell me the tildes are still in the safe!
Ive fell for that ole ruse quite a few times in my life and I'm become a bit wise to it....I'm begining now not to believe chloroform is used just as a stain remover ........... It does help you sleep well though I found :)