I remember bits and pieces of the ride in an ambulance to the hospital. Then I guess they put me under with some pretty heavy medication because I slept for what seemed like an eternity. The story made it big in the papers and things started popping even while I slept.
The first visitor I remember seeing was Officer Bob Brandt, who visited me for a few minutes, brought flowers, asked for a date, and has been back many times since then.
My second visitor was Mrs. Johnson who brought my money and got me to promise to keep my mouth shut about her operation. The third visitors, all in the same day, were my parents. They'd been through as much hell as I had and it showed. I don't know how much they've changed but it appears a lot. They even met and liked Hitler. I don't know if I'll go home when I get out or what. After all, I have some money now and a date with a cute cop.
What would you do?