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My weariness causes my equilibrium to throw me off balance and I collapse, still conscious, but my mind… I have no energy for thoughts, it is empty. There is nothing left for me to think.
So I am weak and done for and decide to quit. I’m ready to die. I sit in this pitiful state for a long time before the rage hits me. It sneaks up on me and invades me. It completely takes over my mind and body like a navigator. The rage becomes my chemistry and takes control. I stand and pace, waiting once again. Something will happen. Something must happen. I will wait. I will be ready. I will fight to save my daughter and will not weaken until she is safe. If I should find that she is dead, my rage will abandon me and once again I will be ready to die.
Four more days of water. On the fifth day, I take the shot of brandy and it goes right into my head. At first I have the haziness of a good buzz. Then I suspect it may have been poisoned. I lose consciousness.
Odd. I wake up in white trousers and a white shirt. Barefoot again and tied to a chair. I am in the same library. It causes me to wonder, as the brandy must have been drugged, if each shot was drugged and my route out was by taking it. I only am moved from the situation to situation during unconsciousness. If the brandy has always been drugged, it’s frustrating to think that I could’ve gotten out of there much sooner. I couldn’t know for sure.
Either that or these people can predict my actions and knew that would be the day that I would decide to drink.
No answer is too crazy to contemplate for me anymore. This far, anything is possible. I have gone over scenario after scenario. Aliens; experiments; dreams; deaths; I might even be catatonic somewhere in an institution and as I physically am immobile, my mind remains active; I may have some sort of food poisoning that manipulated my brain chemistry; time may not be as long as it seems. I may wake up, or come to, or regain senses and find all this has only been one evening. Or this could all be an LSD flashback from a bad trip I had in University.
Anything is possible.
…to be continued…