Parasomnia Page #5

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I don't have any feeding tubes.

I've got to feed you, okay? Come on.

Okay, good job.

Okay, open your mouth...

there you go.

There you go. There you go.

Okay, good job.

Chew.

Okay?

Sh*t.

I'm just gonna set this here.

If you get hungry you can

just dig on that, okay?

TV.

If you get bored,

you can watch some TV.

A lot of fun this year.

That year, 1995, was sixth ranked...

A.U. Over fourteenth-ranked

Kansas State.

- The two clubs, well...

- Okay.

Hey.

- Sara.

- Danny. How you doing?

Good.

Did I see you come in last night

with a rather good-looking girl?

Uh, yeah.

She's a...

she's a friend from school.

She's hot. You wouldn't want

to share, would you?

I could come over, we could party.

You could watch.

You know, I'm kinda busy, but...

you got an audition?

Oh, this...

rock video, high school theme thing,

you know. Tits and ass.

Hey, I gotta get to work but...

good luck with the audition.

Yeah. Let me know

if you change your mind.

In other news, the police

are asking for the public's help...

Iooking for a young woman

named Laura Baxter...

who has disappeared

from a local hospital.

Ms. Baxter suffers from a sleep

disorder called "Parasomnia"...

which renders her helpless

most of the time.

Authorities are afraid that

she may have been kidnapped.

As you can see

from the security pictures...

it's difficult to see

the man's face in the image.

They believe the man to be

an art student...

who had come to see Ms. Baxter

on several occasions.

The Public is asked to help

by calling the following number...

F***!

F***ing unbelievable.

Sturdy lock on the f***ing door.

Damn it!

- Sara, what's the matter?

- Somebody broke in.

I think they took a bunch of sh*t.

- Did you call the cops?

- Yeah, immediate.

But I'm not gonna wait for them to come.

I'm gonna see exactly what's missing.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- F*** sturdy locks on the door. Damn it.

Laura?

Laura!

Give me an "A"!

Give me a "C"!

Give me a "Z"!

Give me an "R"!

Give me a...

a...

a "P"!

What's that spell?

I don't think it spells anything.

Home...

it spells home.

It is there

where your fear dwells.

That is the home

of the Clouded Man.

I will love you.

I will save you from him.

But there are things

you must do for me.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick.

Laura?

In time, she's mine.

She's mine in time.

In time, she's mine.

She's mine in time.

Hospital?

No...

no hospital.

Home.

Did I do wrong?

No, I did.

Please, don't leave me!

Copy that, we're going to the scene.

Attention, cars.

A group of boys

is causing distress at the hotel.

The receptionist's car was attacked

at the parking lot.

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