"Martin, while we're here, we think it's a good idea to restrict the knowledge of our presence, so we're all going to be living together in this suite," Alex said. "We're at the top of the hotel, so everything's very nice, bright and cheery. We're putting you in the central bedroom. You know we have to be here five more weeks at least, so get comfortable. "If you want to talk, we're all here." He didn't, of course. He wanted to die. He noticed quickly that Jerry and Peter had taken his guns, though. There was a typewriter - a torture device from the Dark Ages, but it worked - in his room. That night, he started to write his tribute to his wife, his dream, his Chloe...