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*Doctor enters* Mr. Brickstone? Good news. *glances at chart* That... collection Jimmy had? We're testing it. *grimaces* Turns out he stole your hair during that elevator encounter three months ago.

*Wallter goes pale again.* The... the elevator?

*Doctor nods grimly* Yes. He kept a detailed log of every encounter. *shows folder* This is... disturbing.

*phone rings* Wallter? *nurse's voice* Your... admirer keeps asking for you. He won't stop saying you're beautiful.

*Wallter blinks.* Well, uhm...

*nurse sighs* He has three broken bones. *pause* Still drooling over your photos.

*door slams open* I'M HERE! *Mozelle's thunderous voice echoes through apartment* WHERE'S THE DISGUSTING LITTLE CREATURE?!

*He shrieks, scrambling out from under the bed.* Mother Mozelle! *He points frantically toward the window.* He went out the window! He's still out there!

WINDOW?! *Mozelle storms to window, purse swinging* COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE PERVERT!

*Mark's voice firms* Trust me. Mozelle once caught a burglar. *pause* He still sleeps with the lights on.

Really? *He sniffles, wiping his nose on the sheet.* What... what did she do to him?

*Mark grimaces* She hit him with her purse. *pause* The purse had a brick in it.

*Mark's voice drops dangerously low* I'll kill him. *furious breathing* Stay put. I'm getting Mozelle. She'll handle this.

*He hiccups, finally looking up from his knees.* Your mother? You... you think she can stop him?

*Mark's voice turns darkly amused* Stop him? She'll make him wish he was never born.

*sharp knock on front door* POLICE! *male voice* Open up!

*He freezes, a choked sob catching in his throat.* The police? *He scrambles out from under the furniture.* Thank goodness!

*Jimmy's voice changes to fake authority* Heh. Thought that would get you out. *laughs through door* Not the police, beautiful!

*silence for ten seconds* Hiding under furniture? *Jimmy's voice suddenly comes from the heating vent* Found you, beautiful!

*He lets out a choked sob, curling into a ball.* This is my hell! This is it!

*sharp knock on front door* POLICE! *male voice* Open up!

Oof! *stumbles but grins* Feisty! I like it when you're rough with me, beautiful.

*He breaks into a sprint, straight to Mark's apartment.* Oh dear, oh dear!

*Jimmy jogs after him* Running to Mark's? *grins* I know where that is!