30.6. I'm Still Standing

[notskywalker]

Luke bit down on his lip sheepishly as he took in his cousin's unconsious, prone form on the sofa in his office, and then hit speed dial on his cell to call his wife for back-up, "Um, Tab, sweetie, darling, gorgeous... how quick can you get to New York because I think I'm about to be murdered?"

[Bendy time back to Thursday night, or very early Friday morning]