I entered the library, expecting to be recognized. After all, it hadn’t been that long since the murder had happened. I had identified the murderer at the time but unfortunately he had gotten away. I approached the desk of a librarian, a woman I remembered well. She did not show any sign of recognition. I asked a young man shelving books if he remembered the events from a few years ago. He looked blank. A murder in a library and no one remembers?
I got online to search and came up with nothing. Giving up, I went back to my car. Down a winding road, my car starts to speed up without me doing anything. Alarmed, I stamp on the brakes but nothing happens. I try to steer through each turn, screaming for people to get out of the way. A large hotel looms up in front of me with a great green lawn in front of it. I crash through the gates and dive out of the car as it hurtles across the lawn and over a rocky embankment. As I stand up and peer over the rocks to make sure no one below has been hurt, someone grabs me and starts dragging me away. At first I think it’s the police and I struggle to explain that my brakes had failed but when I twist around to see the face of the man holding me, I see that it is Jason Segal (yeaaah)… the murderer. He and his cohorts try to take me away but I am able to break free and run.
Terrified, I search for somewhere to hide. I think I’m safe in the basement of the hotel, but it’s not long before JS and co find me, murdering hotel staff right and left. I flee out into the streets and see Rep Anthony Weiner (uh, yup) getting into a car. I jump into the car with him and he drives me across the city, leaves me at a restaurant and vows to help me. I climb the stairs to the apartment over the restaurant. Completely exhausted, I curl up and try to sleep in a recliner facing away from the door. But soon it opens and the owners of the apartment enter. When they find me, they try to force me to leave but there’s knock on the door. They open it, and it’s my coworker, Jare, with a small gold revolver. She points it at me and I slam the door shut but she sticks the gun in through the mail slot. I shove it away just as it goes off and pull it through the slot.
The apartment owners now understand I’m in trouble. My phone beeps. I have a text message from Rep Weiner. They have his family. They’ve forced him to take the fall in a sex scandal in order to save his family. He can’t help me but suggests I go to the hotel where the President is staying as it would be the safest hotel in the city. But as I’m walking up the garden path towards the hotel, something hits me in the back. I fall to the ground and a grenade rolls in front of my face. Slinging the grenade back into the air, I sprint for the hotel. The Secret Service ushers me to a room that they think is safe. However it is a corner room and I feel like someone could shoot through the glass at any moment so I lie on the floor in front of the couch for safety. There are two doors to my room and it turns out that it’s a much used thoroughfare from one wing of rooms to the elevator bank. I lock the doors and return to my place on the floor. Suddenly a door swings open and a maid stands in the frame. She points something at me and I think this is it. But it’s a remote control for changing the firmness of the bed. She asks me for a tip… and as long as I’m giving her a tip, she’d like a tip for her friends as well. I give her five dollars and she departs just as N arrives. The hotel is not safe, he tells me. He’s here to get me out. Just as we start to leave though, JS bursts into the room. He grabs hold of me like we are long lost lovers and I have no idea what to do. If I struggle, N might try to intervene and be hurt or killed in the process. If I let him think that JS is welcomed, maybe N will leave and be safe. I smile up at JS and N leaves, closing the door.
