041 [VIDEO
[The camera, fixed in the ceiling, looks down on one of the hospital's isolation rooms. By the edge of a crumpled bed stands a man more usually seen in scrubs than the hospital gown he has on now. Two sets of restraints seem to be keeping him there: one linking his leg with the foot of the bed, and one cuffing his wrists together.
He's slamming the tie between the two cuffs rhythmically, forcefully against the metal bedstead, and this goes on without cessation until he looks up and notices the red recording light glinting at the edge of the monitor.]
You're all wasting my time.
[The man that should be Doctor Robert Chase turns, sets his left hand against the wall and slams his shoulder hard into it. And again. When he straightens up, expression unrelentingly blank, he can slide the cuff free of that wrist.]
[Chase's alien brainslug is doing the talking for him just now. Any and all attempts to figure out what it is or plans to get it out are welcome. Rescue plans by other slug carriers ALSO welcome.]
He's slamming the tie between the two cuffs rhythmically, forcefully against the metal bedstead, and this goes on without cessation until he looks up and notices the red recording light glinting at the edge of the monitor.]
You're all wasting my time.
[The man that should be Doctor Robert Chase turns, sets his left hand against the wall and slams his shoulder hard into it. And again. When he straightens up, expression unrelentingly blank, he can slide the cuff free of that wrist.]
[Chase's alien brainslug is doing the talking for him just now. Any and all attempts to figure out what it is or plans to get it out are welcome. Rescue plans by other slug carriers ALSO welcome.]