Theodore stumbled into his car, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. With trembling fingers, he fumbled for his phone, finally managing to dial Gary's number. The phone rang a few times before connecting.
"Gary!" he rasped, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'm drugged. Help me."
"What?" Gary exclaimed, shocked. "You were alright when I left the mansion. How did this happen?"
"Stop asking questions," Theodore snapped, his annoyance growing. "Just help me."
"Where are you?" Gary asked.
"I just came out of the mansion," Theodore replied, his attention focused on navigating the car out of the gate.
"Are you driving?" Gary asked frantically, worry clouding his features.
"Or else?" Theodore spat. "I can't stay there where Gina is around. She is so clingy. It's a trap, Gary."
"Okay, I get it, but you shouldn't be driving in that condition," Gary warned him. "Park the car and wait for me. I'll be there right away."
