Rain pours down outside the window of a dark hotel room, the balcony door is open, curtains are flopping from the wind. He hears the sound of a door opening spotting a woman in a red dress as she exits the room.

"Where am I? How did I get here? And who is this dark haired lady?."

He looks around the room a little, then notices his hands are bruised, what really happened here?  He steps out on the balcony, gazing out over the city, enjoying the sight of the beautiful lights in the night.

Three loud knocks on the door, he goes to see who it is. Then suddenly he sees the roof as he is about to pass out, being dragged off by who ever was at the door.

Coming to his scences, he notices the smell of rotting meat, god it was awful. His hands and feet are tied up, it dark in the room.

Hearing footsteps going down some stairs, and a door opens. In walks four men and the light goes on. He's kicks in the chest by one of them.

"We know what you've done!"  The smaller one says as he's surrounded by three bigger guys, obviously his henchmen.

"Where the fuck am I?" He's kicked in the stomach once more by the smaller guy. "You don't talk until we tell you to talk!"

In the distance a gunshot is heard. The henchmen run up the stairs to see what's going on.

"Hey shortie, you mind filling me in on what's going on? I don't got time to wait for you to have a growth spurt."

The man gets red with anger pulling out a gun.

Suddenly one of the henchmen falls down the stairs covered in bullet holes, Roger manages to get his hands loose from the rope, he carefully unties his feet and slowly gets up then runs after the small guy, he tackles him onto the stairs and throws him against the wall.

"I want answers and I want them now!"

A few minutes down the line..

There she was standing in a mist, bodies spread all over the ground. He ran out trying to follow her, but she vanished into the thick of nothing.

What the hell had just happened? He decided to steal a nearby parked car and head on home.

Driving up to his house he parks and heads on in, having no clue what had happened. He sees a great amount of empty bottles laying around all over the livingroom. He kicks a few of them to the side and sits down on the couch. Feeling tired as all hell he dozes off on the couch.

"Roger? Roger?" A voice says, he opens his eyes and spots a man in a white coat, noticing he is in a straitjacket. "I see the meds ain't working." The man chuckles and closes the door.  Roger looks through the tiny glass window of the door spotting a woman in red walking down the corridor. What the hell?