*I wave Acon off.* "Goodnight, Acon." *As she leaves, I get up, and make sure she's gone. I then pace within my apartment, talking to myself.*
"You're playing with fire, Ray...you're gonna get burned. She obviously didn't recognize me..." *I walk over to a printer, and hit a button. It pumps out Acon's sent texts.* "Yeah, she obviously didn't recognize me. Someone got to Bull and Drake, that's for certain." *I pace for a few hours more, before eventually going to bed, my stitches paining me. I quickly fall asleep, but with troubled dreams.*