4th floor, room 4.69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further... down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being. "Good morning, I hope you feel rested after your ordeal?" She is slender, her blond curly hair tied loosely back off her neck. "Where am I? Who are you? What are you doing to me?" I ask, frantically trying again to sit up and cover my naked body, which suddenly feels uncomfortably vulnerable. "Shhhh," she says, "I'm Heidi - I'm here to help you." She approaches me, reaching out a hand to touch my forehead again. I struggle to avoid her touch, and she smiles gently, pushing a button on the bed. Then the scene switched to an office. The camera panned around to face a woman, seated behind a desk. It zoomed in on her face showing her wide smile. In her mid forties, with big hair and a suit jacket with shoulder pads thick enough to land a helicopter on, she looked like she had stepped out of 1985. "Hi," she said. "I'm Angie Dennison. You'll remember my hit 80's show 'Miami Detective'. Quite a few of our dramas dealt with ladies in distress. Even me sometimes!" She laughed. "Nothing in. "Well?" This mess started the same way a lot of messes do. From somebody doing a favor. It all started last Sunday. Colt showed up at the Stone's farm without warning. He started ordering Jacob around as if he was a raw recruit. Stone refused. Colt ordered him to take him and his aide to Palestine." You mean Occupied Israel, don't you?" No I don't. That area is by treaty and law, the liberated state of Palestine." We'll see what God has to say about that. What happened next?" Stone scoffed and.