Jobe woke up suddenly, in a haze of confusion.
    “What the fuck!” He shouted.
    No one was anywhere near him.  There was a counter where a nurse sat behind a desk typing at a computer.
    “Hey... fat man...” said Jobe.  “Where am I?”   
    The burly nurse ignored him.
    “Son of a bitch..” He mumbled to himself.
    Jobe could barely see.  His vision was blurred, his emotions were bouncing all over the place and it seemed a great fog had fallen over everything and everyone. 
    “..Greg?”
    His old friend was walking over swiftly from out of the great fog surrounding. 
    “Man am I glad to see yo-“
    Greg punched Jobe square in the gut and he fell over coughing onto the floor.  He turned to swing at Greg, but there was no one around.  There was no sign of Greg. 
    “Get off the floor,” ordered the burly nurse from behind the desk.
    Jobe stood up, wobbling, and fell over.  The fat nurse snapped his fingers and two mean looking men appeared and grabbed Jobe by his arms and dragged him into a chair.