Joyce threw down the phone and five minutes later she took it up to look at the message that came from Karma's phone and re-read the message.
You will do exactly as I say, I have your precious Karma.
"Michael you son of a bitch, I will find you wherever you are and kill you myself," Joyce swore as she pulled on a pair of jeans.
She tried to remember the telephone number for Stanley, but her mind went blank. Her head felt as if it was about to split open. The man with the jack hammer was drilling inside her head again and three door handles appeared at the same time.
"Shit!" Joyce muttered. "I can't even get out of my room."
She panicked and grabbed at the middle one and missed.
"Crap!" Joyce muttered in frustration.
Finally, she found the knob and turned it and stepped out in the passage.
"This can't be real, I must be dreaming," She swore under her breath. "Ouch!" she cried out as she pinched herself.
