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[Gus didn't stay in his room for long. He peeked his head out. Then back in. Then out again. Back in. And now out. Slowly, he slinks out of the room, back pressed to the wall. The James Bond theme song is playing in his head. Or maybe Mission: Impossible. Yeah. Definitely Mission: Impossible. Anyway, when he's sure there's nothing here that'll kill him, he straightens and begins walking down the hall normally.
Checks his cell phone. Still no service. Damn that's a little troubling. And this new palm pilot thing doesn't look too complicated to figure out. What kind of kidnappers give their victims a palm pilot anyway? Maybe he can contact Shawn on this thing. Random buttons are pressed. Blinking red lights usually mean record. Right?]
Shawn? Shawn! If you can hear me, I've been kidnapped. I thought the Mr. Yin case was over. Hold on, I don't remember a boat being in a Hitchcock film.
[A pause as he ponders this...oh wait! No time for that, you've been kidnapped Gus!]
Shawn! Get me the hell out of here!
Checks his cell phone. Still no service. Damn that's a little troubling. And this new palm pilot thing doesn't look too complicated to figure out. What kind of kidnappers give their victims a palm pilot anyway? Maybe he can contact Shawn on this thing. Random buttons are pressed. Blinking red lights usually mean record. Right?]
Shawn? Shawn! If you can hear me, I've been kidnapped. I thought the Mr. Yin case was over. Hold on, I don't remember a boat being in a Hitchcock film.
[A pause as he ponders this...oh wait! No time for that, you've been kidnapped Gus!]
Shawn! Get me the hell out of here!