“Mr. Dominic, please. A communication has arrived for you from your handlers at the NSA, and we’re rather curious about it.”

“Whose hands are these? Whose body am I in? Victor? NO! NO!
So, me, my body, I’m…I’m in the Attic. I Knew it! I knew it! And now you want me to help? After doing that?”

“Doctor, sedate him, please.”

“No. Topher. Adelle, please, come on, don’t… Don’t give me the shot, please! Don’t give…Whiskey!”