Last Stand

I'm in room 327 of the Ramada Inn. South Dakota.

I tried running. I can't run anymore.

The Wind's outside.

The Wind's angry.

The Wind took the shape of a great tornado.

I'm sorry, Wind.

You wanted to give me a feeling.

You wanted to make me follow you... you coerced me through these Images.

I'm not doing this anymore.

Wind?

Honey?

...we need to talk.