I have fallen asleep in my bed, waiting for you to come over and play. Suddenly, a noise wakes me, and I realize that the light I left on in the bedroom is now out. My eyes can't make anything out in the gloom, when suddenly a shape moves toward the bed. I call your name, but there's no answer. Frightened now, I fumble for the bedside lamp, but I suddenly find a wrist manacle strapped to it, while I am pressed back onto the bed by the weight of the mysterious stranger.