Wretched Dreams (Part One of the Coma series)

Chapter 3: The Ransom

I quickly slam the cabinet door shut as if my life depended on it, a little duct tape later and I feel a little light headed, understatement alert, I pass out. The soft licking and meowing suddenly gets my woozy attention after being exacerbated by the occurrence of the cold blooded reptile sighting, I wake up, grabbing a nearby fork from the kitchen table to defend myself, realizing my stupidity, my cat, Walter White, the lackadaisical cuteness which Nya calls snuggle, flashes innocent eyes at me as I drop the makeshift melee. I assume the snakes were only a dream, I look up and hear the distinct slither of hissing, crawling, waiting to devour its next victim, nope. I call Bob again, an answer, $100,000 and he's safe, got it Egghead! You got 24 hours! Click! I shut the phone down in shock, I try to gather my thoughts, I have got to ask Harold, he'll know what to do.