You stare at her picture for a while longer, wondering if this was a real photo of her work and if there was a guy really trapped in that sandwich as she ate it. After a few minutes pass you get bored just staring at the picture and take a look around the room. The clock on your VCR is still flashing twelve. You know how to set it, you just don't bother cause the thing doesn't record right. Looking above that you stare at your real clock and see that you've been home for over an hour. According to the ad she would arrive anywhere from now to tomorrow at around the same time.
The minutes tick away on the clock, and slowly you find that despite the adrenalin still pumping in your body you can't stay awake. After a time the darkness overtakes you, and you wonder just before you fall into deep sleep if this is all just a dream and you'll wake up tomorrow laughing at yourself for your own foolishness before going to work. The images that you experience while your asleep can't really be called a dream, but most involve you falling into the photo of Tiffany, landing inside her sandwich, and holding on for the ride.
A sharp slam awakens you from the dream, if you could call it that, and you jump up, looking for whatever had made the sound. After a few seconds you realize it was a car door, and stepping up to the window you see a woman outlined in your porchlight, and not just any woman either. It's the girl from the photo, Tiffany. She's even wearing that strip of cloth for a shirt/bra, despite the fact that its just a little past midnight now.
Looking at the clock in a double take you start. You'd been asleep for almost two hours, yet you felt like you'd been sleeping for hours, unfortunately it felt like that because of the pain in your back, which at first you were willing to caulk up to the sofa which you'd bought second hand, but looking back at where you'd been laying you see something that makes your heart drop. It's that Tag thing they gave you at the MA office, you must have rolled onto it in your sleep.
You panic for a moment and sprint to the sofa with a speed you wouldn't have thought yourself capable of considering the fact that you'd just woken up, but then you really didn't want to have to pay the money to replace the device. Looking over it you also realize that you'd never used it on yourself, which you were supposed to do when you got home. Looking at the smashed dials and lights you wonder if its still works, and so with a sigh you test it. The injector bites into your neck and you pull the trigger.
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