Joyce tried to organize his thoughts to discover a way of escape but his mind fell down into a swirling void of blackness; he slumped against the seat as the car drove off, leaving the strange Mr. Knapp waving goodbye...
Joyce awoke with a sudden shock of realization that he was resting on a hospital cart dressed only in a sheer white nylon hospital gown and cotton panties! Frantically, he sat up to see that he was in a small waiting room like a doctor might use. Somebody had undressed him and had given him these to wear before leaving him there.
The door opened and a woman dressed in a tweed suit entered, carrying a stethoscope loosely as she looked at Joyce after silently studying a medical folder she held in her hand.
“Ah, Mrs. Knapp, it is nice to meet you again,” she greeted with a slight Mexican accent and a broad smile of recognition, “Please remove your clothes.”
Just like that! Joyce shook his head in disbelieving fear.
“There has been a terrible mistake, really, I’m not Mrs. Knapp. I’m Joyce Richards, honestly.”