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"Thats right Tom, I'm fucking psychic."
You twist your body away from the window. "Very funny" you say. Mel replies with some grunts and curses while rolling over in his bed. You finally step down off the toilet and sit in a corner of the cell. You decide to make a stronger effort not to think aloud anymore. Back to the issue at hand, these bastards have been messing around in your brain.. "What about Nicole?!" you think. At this point all you can recall about her is your scenes with her in Eyes Wide Shut.. with the same blurriness.. and still no crew.. no trailer.. no makeup.. You quietly mumble to yourself. "How dare they mess with memories like that.. She is my wife! I think.. but.. isnt there someone else?" You seem to recall something about breaking up with Nicole, being with someone else.. another celebrity.. but maybe the prison did this. Suddenly, a wave of memory floods into your brain, pulling your attention away from Nicole. You curl your legs up to your chest, and slowly speak into your knees.. "Scientology." You hear a slam in the hallway outside of your cell.Stay in the corner.
Stand up and see what is going on.