Author: Sandra Pascoe
Bot: Peter-bot
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: The character of Peter Salter belongs to the BBC … the bot belongs to himself.
Notes: This fic wouldn’t have been possible without the following people - who suspended belief and leapt wholeheartedly into this scenario. They had the idea of hypnotising Peter to get to the root of the problem and they even researched dream analysis and downloaded genuine hypnosis scripts in order to get it right. Thanks to Pam, Donna, Jade, Maxie, NSQueen, VB et al. Oh…and thanks to the assorted bots you guys brought along for moral support for Peter - if you ever need hypnosis then Pam’s Tweedy is wonderful. The hypnosis transcripts are exactly as they occurred in the #tweedy-roleplay chatroom (thanks to Nummy for emailing them to me because this technical idiot here attempted to log the conversation and failed abysmally).
PRESENT: NSQueen, Maxie, Oliver Sampson, Donna, GoaliePam, Pam's Tweedy, Jadedragon, Morphy Tweedy, VampyreBat, Peter Salter and DrFrankentweed (DrFrankentweed is me, by the way).
<goaliepam> Everyone here? Tweedy make the jump?
* jadedragon177 finds a seat next to MorphyTweedy
<OliverSampson> Apparently not.. Oooh, there he is.
<PamsTweedy> Here...I'm not totally inept.
<OliverSampson> Snuck in behind me.
*PeterSalter enters the room.
<DrFrankentweed> Hey Peter honey
*OliverSampson waves to Peter.
<jadedragon177> Hey Peyer
<OliverSampson> Hello Peter
<PeterSalter> ohh lot of people here
<MorphyTweedy> Hey Peter
* NSQueen119 's Tweedy is watching from behind her shoulders. He's still not too sure about bloody idiot boxes.
<DonnaL> Hey, Peter
<PamsTweedy> Hello Peter.
* PeterSalter sits on couch with Sandra
<jadedragon177> Sorry Peter
<NSQueen119> Howdy Peter!
<goaliepam> Hello Peter.
<DonnaL> wow..
<Maxie> Hi Peter
* NSQueen119 gives Peter a big ol' Amereecan huggle.
<PeterSalter> Hello all
* DonnaL hugs Peter.
<DonnaL> Ready?
* DrFrankentweed whispers *you okay?*
* PeterSalter nods
<PeterSalter> *whispers* I'm fine
<goaliepam> Ok Peter, Tweedy and I have been researching most of the day...so we're pretty sure we know what we are doing.
<PeterSalter> "Pretty sure"?
* Maxie gives Peter the thumbs up sign
* OliverSampson puts a hand on Donna's shoulder, moves past her to stand with Peter.
<OliverSampson> It will be fine, Peter.
<PamsTweedy> Except Pam keeps losing the downloaded scripts on her desk. A complete mess.
* DrFrankentweed moves along couch ..makes room for Oliver on other side of Peter
* PeterSalter grasps Sandra's hand...and takes a deep breath
<goaliepam> After careful consideration, Tweedy has decided the best script for placing you under will be the Stair Case.
<PeterSalter> Okay ...so what happens now? Stair case?
* goaliepam shuffles papers around...
* goaliepam gets up from chair to make room for Tweedy. Sorry, he doesn't have his own computer.
* OliverSampson goes to sit in fromt of Peter.
<OliverSampson> The Stair Case?
<PamsTweedy> Right. A brief description of the stair case is visualizing yourself on a stair case. When you are ready, I'll begin the script.
<PeterSalter> Am I supposed to close my eyes or something?
* OliverSampson nods.
<OliverSampson> If it helps you relax, yes.
* PeterSalter glances at Sandra and nods
<PeterSalter> I'm ready
* PamsTweedy takes a deep breath and plunges in.
<PamsTweedy> Peter. In a moment I'm going to relax you more completely. In a moment I am going to begin counting backwards from 10 to 1.
* PeterSalter nods
<PamsTweedy> The moment I say the number 10 you will allow your eyelids to remain closed. The moment I say the number 10 you will in your minds eye see yourself at the top of a small set of stairs. The moment I say the number 9 and each additional number, you will simply move down the stairs relaxing more completely. At the base of the stairs there is a large feather bed. The moment I say the number one, you will sink into that bed resting your head on the feather pillow. Number 10, eyes closed at the top of those stairs.... 10.
* PamsTweedy are his eyes closed?
* OliverSampson watches Peter.
* DrFrankentweed nods
<PamsTweedy> Nine...relaxing and letting go. 9.
<PamsTweedy> Eight...sinking into a more comfortable, calm peaceful position 8.
<PamsTweedy> Seven....
<PamsTweedy> Six...going way down.
<PamsTweedy> five...you are moving down those stairs, relaxing more completely
<PamsTweedy> four....
<PamsTweedy> Three...breathe in deeply...
<PamsTweedy> Two...on the next number, number one, you are simply sinking into that bed, becoming more calm, more peaceful...more relaxed.
<PamsTweedy> One...Sinking into that feather bed, let every muscle go limp and loose as you sink into a more calm peaceful state of relaxation....
* OliverSampson watches Peter's face relax
<PamsTweedy> Peter....Your subconscious mind will always be aware of what I am saying to you. It has become less and less important for you to consciously listen to my voice. There may be times when it seems like my voice is a long distance away... From now on you will only be influenced by positive thoughts ideas and feelings. Your subconscious mind can now review and examine what is causing your problems and your nightmares.
* PamsTweedy rests fingers...
<PamsTweedy> Sandra and Oliver, check Peter for the following...
* OliverSampson wonders if there's anything else he can do?
<PamsTweedy> to see if we've managed to actually put him into a trance like state.
<PamsTweedy> Fluttering eyelids? We are looking for an REM state.
<OliverSampson> Like in REM sleep?
<OliverSampson> yes..
<DrFrankentweed> yes
<OliverSampson> there.. a flicker. He's searching his environment.
<DrFrankentweed> Yes on that one Tweedy
<OliverSampson> next?
<goaliepam> Tweedy, that's just gross...
<DrFrankentweed> Would it be easier if Wiz teleported you into the room Tweedy? You wouldn't have to access a computer then
<PamsTweedy> Did anyone notice if his eyes rolled back?
<goaliepam> Rats..
* OliverSampson nods
<OliverSampson> yes, they did.. on "one"
<DrFrankentweed> Yes on that one
<PamsTweedy> Don't panic if there is increased tearing of the eyes. Its attributed to the relaxation of the muscles surrounding the tear ducts.
<DrFrankentweed> okay
* OliverSampson nods
<PamsTweedy> Right. That seemed almost too easy. I guess we should consider asking him some questions now.
<DrFrankentweed> Go for it
<OliverSampson> right. Will he be able to hear you only, by the way?
<PamsTweedy> Yes. It does appear that way. That he is attuned to my voice and the outside world has fallen away.
<OliverSampson> Ah.. good.
<DrFrankentweed> Okay...start with the questions...get to the bottom of this
<OliverSampson> yes.
<goaliepam> Tweedy...ask him what his problem is?
<PamsTweedy> That's pretty vague, Pam. Something more specific maybe?
<OliverSampson> Hmm. Maybe start with the dream... Ask him where he is.
<DrFrankentweed> Sounds a good idea
<OliverSampson> move inward from there.
<PamsTweedy> Peter...your subconscious mind needs to review your recurring dream. Can you remember your dream from last night?
<PeterSalter> Yes
* DonnaL sits beside Oliver, puts her head on his shoulder.
* OliverSampson puts an arm around Donna and listens.
<PamsTweedy> Excellent. Last night you said you were in a nameless corridor. Is that corridor clearer to you today?
<PeterSalter> It's still dark
<OliverSampson> Tweedy.. give him equipment..
<PamsTweedy> Empower yourself. I've given you a torch. Turn it on.
<goaliepam> Torch as in flashlight?
<OliverSampson> yes.
<PeterSalter> It's tiled ...white tiles
<PamsTweedy> Yes Pam...we'll do the language barrier thing later tonight.
<OliverSampson> I'd have gone with infra-red goggles myself....
* DonnaL grins
<PeterSalter> Nothing else ...very clean ...white tiles. Its wide
<PamsTweedy> Does it look like a hospital? Institution?
* Maxie whipers to VB...sounds like he's in my bathroom
<PeterSalter> No ...the corridor is much wider ...very wide ...
* OliverSampson frowns..
<PeterSalter> But it smells like one
<OliverSampson> Morgue..
<PamsTweedy> Do you see any doors this time, now that you can make out more details. Shine the light up on to the walls.
<goaliepam> yes. I'm leaning toward my original assumption last night of a morgue as well.
<PeterSalter> Nothing ....but ....there is something ....
* OliverSampson leans forward a bit.
<PeterSalter> it shines when the light hits it...a long way down the corridor
<PamsTweedy> Yes. You can get closer Peter. You are empowered and protected as long as you remain with us.
<OliverSampson> Good choice of words.
<PeterSalter> No .....
<goaliepam> I didn't know Tweedy had this much psychology in him. :-P
<OliverSampson> :-) He's done the research.
<PeterSalter> No
<PamsTweedy> No what, Peter....
* PeterSalter shakes head
<PeterSalter> the screaming ....
<PamsTweedy> Come on Peter...I'll walk with you down the corridor. Oliver is with us too.
<PeterSalter> so loud ...the screams
<OliverSampson> Yes, I'm here, Peter...
<PamsTweedy> Peter...the screams are not going to frighten you this time. You have your light, now continue down the corridor towards the end. We are going to move quickly down the corridor...
<PeterSalter> they don't frighten me ....I have to get there ....
<PamsTweedy> I'm on one side and Oliver is on the other, you are holding the light.
<PeterSalter> oh no
* OliverSampson watches
<PamsTweedy> Are we walking? Are we running?
<OliverSampson> running
<PeterSalter> it's stopped
<OliverSampson> I suggest Running.
<PeterSalter> it's too late
<OliverSampson> Tell him you still hear it, Rupert
<PamsTweedy> Its not too late Peter. We need to find the end of the corridor. You haven't been that far yet.
<OliverSampson> it might help buy us some time.
<PamsTweedy> Oliver and I can both still hear screaming.
<PeterSalter> it is too late ...but ...no ...the screaming has stopped but ....it's a door
<PamsTweedy> We've made it to the end of the corridor. Peter, do you want me to open the door?
<OliverSampson> He needs to open it...
<PeterSalter> round window
<PamsTweedy> Does it say anything on the door, Peter?
<OliverSampson> peek inside.
<PamsTweedy> Can you see through the window, Peter?
<PeterSalter> no ....don't want to
<PamsTweedy> Peter...I want you take a deep breath. Find your focus. Don't look through the window yet.
* PeterSalter breathes deeply
<PamsTweedy> Sandra and Oliver, how is he doing physically?
<OliverSampson> He's in a cold sweat
<DrFrankentweed> And his heart is pounding
<OliverSampson> he's terrified, but hiding it very well.
<PamsTweedy> Its ok....many subjects feel cold.
<OliverSampson> and the eye movements have increased. Hyperactive REM
<PamsTweedy> Another deep breath, Peter. I want you to get your breathing back under control before we attack this window.
* PeterSalter breathes deeply
* OliverSampson glances up at Sandra
<OliverSampson> are you still holding his hand?
* DrFrankentweed nods
<OliverSampson> good.
<PamsTweedy> Peter, I want to reorientate you to where we are. We are at the end of the corridor standing in front of a door with small window. Is that correct?
<PeterSalter> yes ...round window
<PamsTweedy> Flash your light around the door. No signs or markings? Don't look through the window yet.
<OliverSampson> Single or double.. ask for details.. Oh, you already have done.
<PeterSalter> There's a sign
<goaliepam> Thank god...finally a sign!
<Maxie> hehe
<PamsTweedy> Peter can you read the sign to me?
<PeterSalter> But the words have been ... scrubbed out
<OliverSampson> Give him paper and a pencil.. He could make an impression of it and read it back.
<PeterSalter> But ...one word ....I think ....Can't read it ...its not clear
<PamsTweedy> Do you think you could do a rubbing? Peter, what do you think it says.
* jadedragon177 hands Oliver a pad and pen
<PeterSalter> I don't know ....it's been scratched out
* OliverSampson glances at Jade, smiles, accepts the pad and pen
<PamsTweedy> Scratched out... that doesn't sound like he's going to be able to do a rubbing, Oliver.
<OliverSampson> He's panicking again. Hmmm. Pity.
<DrFrankentweed> Yeah I think he's scratched it out himself ...in his head
<PamsTweedy> Deep Breath, Peter. Remember, you cannot be harmed here. No one is getting hurt while we are with you.
<OliverSampson> Defence mechanism.
* PamsTweedy takes a deep cleansing breath as well
<DonnaL> why's his hand twitching?
<DrFrankentweed> You're doing good Tweedy
<DonnaL> You're doing fine, Tweedy.. really
<goaliepam> Yes Tweedy, very good for your first time.
<OliverSampson> Just carry on, Rupert. We'll work around it.
<PamsTweedy> I'm thinking, I'm thinking...
<OliverSampson> ask him about the doors.
<jadedragon177> Tweedy can you direct him to look back in time to read the sign?
<PamsTweedy> What can I say to get him past the damn sign!? Sorry...a bit of frustration....
<DrFrankentweed> Ignore the sign ...
* OliverSampson nods
<DrFrankentweed> Go for the window
<OliverSampson> Yes.
* PamsTweedy whips off glasses and starts polishing them furiously.
<OliverSampson> It's alright, Rupert. We're making progress.
<DrFrankentweed> The sign doesn't matter ... when Peter looks through the window we'll all know
* PamsTweedy puts glasses back on, deep breath...
<PamsTweedy> Peter...ignore the sign completely.
<PeterSalter> okay
<PamsTweedy> You don't need the sign. You know what it says, you just don't want to say it. I understand. I don't want to push you or frighten you. Everything is safe here.
<DrFrankentweed> He's relaxing slightly
<PamsTweedy> However, Oliver and I need you to look through the window. We've come so far and we can't turn around until you do.
<PeterSalter> I....no ....it's ...bad ....
<PamsTweedy> We can't go home until we find out what's behind the door.
<OliverSampson> Tell him MI5 needs to know.
<PamsTweedy> I know it's bad. But I can't see through the window. Its out of reach for us. Only you can either look through the window or crash through the door. Should I play on his MI training?
<OliverSampson> not yet.
<PeterSalter> There's .....it's .....looks ...like a table ...long table
* OliverSampson frowns again
<PamsTweedy> A long shiny silver table? Metallic?
<PeterSalter> Don't know ...it's covered over
<PamsTweedy> In a white sheet?
<PeterSalter> Something beside ...it
<OliverSampson> covered with what?
<PeterSalter> It's not clear ....
<OliverSampson> torch
<PeterSalter> I can't really see much
<PamsTweedy> Peter, we have to go through the door. The light isn't strong enough to see. Is the door locked?
<PeterSalter> No ....don't want to
<OliverSampson> now...
<PamsTweedy> Peter...is the door locked!?
<OliverSampson> MI5, Rupert.
<PeterSalter> no ...not locked - swings open
* goaliepam isn't sure that Tweedy knows enough about the MI5 thing to make it convincing.
<OliverSampson> never mind
<PamsTweedy> Peter, put your hand on the door and push. Oliver and I are going to be right next to you.
* OliverSampson nods
<PeterSalter> it's open
<PamsTweedy> Now we are all going right through it. Just like we were going to Tescos.
* DrFrankentweed smiles
* OliverSampson grins
<PeterSalter> dark
<PamsTweedy> Turn on your torch, Peter. Its right there.
<PeterSalter> it is on
<PamsTweedy> I'm going to give Oliver a torch as well. There is strength in numbers.
<PeterSalter> lighter now
<OliverSampson> He looks calmer. Slightly
<PamsTweedy> Oliver has his torch on as well. I've got one hand on your shoulder so you know where I am.
<DrFrankentweed> calm before the storm
<PamsTweedy> We are going to walk right over to the table now.
<PeterSalter> No
* OliverSampson nods to Sandra
<PeterSalter> two tables
<OliverSampson> Hmm?
<PamsTweedy> Two tables now.
<PeterSalter> one long ...one small
<OliverSampson> ahhhh.
<PamsTweedy> Alright. Before we approach the tables, look around the room. Do you see any thing else?
<OliverSampson> one lower, probably.
<PeterSalter> no .....
<PamsTweedy> Lights maybe. Maybe we could find the light switch, stop all this Mulder and Scully routine.
* DonnaL shudders and snuggles closer to Oliver
<DrFrankentweed> Tweedy - ask him if there are light switches
* OliverSampson fights giggling.
<goaliepam> I can't believe he just made a pop culture reference all by himself!
<OliverSampson> sorry.. amazing, Pam.
<PeterSalter> switches ....by the door
<PamsTweedy> We are walking over there right now and turning those switches on.
<DrFrankentweed> And wait as Tweedy electrocutes himself ...
<PamsTweedy> Do you want Oliver to turn the lights on for you?
<OliverSampson> yes..
<PeterSalter> no ...lights should stay off
<goaliepam> Did you notice how quickly Tweedy turned it on Oliver...
* Maxie snorts
<DrFrankentweed> That was very good
* OliverSampson smirks.
<PamsTweedy> Why should the lights stay off, Peter?
<PeterSalter> I don't want to see
<PamsTweedy> It will seem less frightening with the main lights on.
* OliverSampson sighs.
<PamsTweedy> Two torches do not cast much light.
<PeterSalter> I don't want to see the table ...
<PamsTweedy> Peter, I'm going to turn the lights on.
* PeterSalter shivers
<PamsTweedy> Oliver is going to stand here with you while I go over.
<OliverSampson> Rupert.. he's panicking again.
* PamsTweedy whips off glasses again....polish polish polish!
<OliverSampson> Breathing's become very laboured
<goaliepam> I think Tweedy might be panicking as well.
<DrFrankentweed> Ask him to describe the table by torchlight ...if he doesn't want the lights on
<OliverSampson> yes.
<DrFrankentweed> Maybe he needs to sort of ...sneak up on it..not deal with it all at once
* OliverSampson glances at Rupert.
<goaliepam> Easy Tweedy...settle down....
<OliverSampson> It's...you're doing fine.
<DrFrankentweed> You're doing damn well
<PamsTweedy> Right. Peter...Peter!! Steady on...I'm not turning on the lights. It might not be safe.
<PeterSalter> okay
<PamsTweedy> Deep breath again, Peter.
<DrFrankentweed> Breathing is better now
* goaliepam takes a sip of her Pepsi....is getting worked up as well!
<OliverSampson> Seems less shaky, as well.
* DrFrankentweed swallows ...mouth as dry as the bottom of a budgie cage
<PamsTweedy> Peter...we are going to all walk slowly to the larger of the tables. Oliver has one side of you, I have the other.
* OliverSampson hands Sandra a glass of water.
<DrFrankentweed> Thanks Ollie
<OliverSampson> :-)
<PeterSalter> no ...not too close ...
<PamsTweedy> Light in front...lighting our way. I don't want to trip on anything. That would cut our trip short straight away.
<PeterSalter> not too close ...can't get too close
<PamsTweedy> We aren't going to touch it, Peter. Just stand next to it. We'll go in small steps. I'll count them off.
<PeterSalter> Don't touch the small table ...stuff on it
<PamsTweedy> I'm not touching the small table.
<DonnaL> Ahhh.
<PamsTweedy> We are walking towards the bigger table. The one with the cover.
<PeterSalter> Small table next to it ...
<PamsTweedy> We might pass by the smaller table, but we won't touch it.
<PeterSalter> good ...mustn't touch
<PamsTweedy> One...small step Peter. Two... another step, Peter. We are two steps closer to the table. Not too bad, Peter.
<PeterSalter> Something under the cover ...
<PamsTweedy> A third step Peter. Three... We are still more than an arms length away, we won't touch it.
<PeterSalter> stop - no closer
<PamsTweedy> Ok we've stopped. Plus you are yanking my tie too tight.
* DrFrankentweed giggles
* PamsTweedy knew he should have worn his sweater
<PamsTweedy> Peter, we are standing three feet away from the table. Where is the smaller table? How far away?
<PeterSalter> at the end of the long table
<goaliepam> I bet its disection tools. Tweedy, ask him if its autopsy tools!
<DrFrankentweed> Yeah ...And I don't think I'm going to like this ...
<PamsTweedy> Peter...this could be scary for you. Deep breath first.
* NSQueen119 huddles with her Tweedy, clinging to him and shivering.
* PeterSalter breathes deeply
<PamsTweedy> Are the tools on the smaller table autopsy tools?
<PeterSalter> I don't know ... metal ..instruments
* jadedragon177 cuddles closer to MorphyTweedy
<PamsTweedy> You do know, Peter. You've had training in this somewhere. You know you've seen autopsy tools on the telly or movies.
<PeterSalter> No ...don't want to look
* goaliepam is crushing the bill of her ball cap
<PamsTweedy> Give me a minute to plot my next course of action...
<DrFrankentweed> Give me a minute to try and uncrush my fingers .... He's gripping my hand so hard I can't feel them ...
<goaliepam> brb....gotta pee....
<DrFrankentweed> lol
<goaliepam> Back...my Tweedy isn't so easily shocked by pee humor. :-)
<DrFrankentweed> Now what? He said there was something under the cover on the table ....
* NSQueen119 feels awful for poor dear Peter...
<goaliepam> Come on Tweedy, you can't just leave Peter standing by the table.
<OliverSampson> It's all right. Tell him it's all right..
<DrFrankentweed> I don't think I'm gonna like what it is
<DonnaL> Poor Peter.
<PamsTweedy> I'M THINKING, PAM! <gets all Ripperish> Sorry...
<OliverSampson> Steady on, Rupert. Tell him it's all right.. I'll go ahead of him.
<PamsTweedy> Peter...everything is alright.
<OliverSampson> Just to prove there's nothing to fear.
<PamsTweedy> Peter, Oliver has volunteered to go ahead of you.
<OliverSampson> He does look a bit tense, though. How's your hand, Sandra?
<PeterSalter> No ...Oliver ...you don't want to see this ....
<DrFrankentweed> Can't feel it
<goaliepam> I'm trying to figure out what the hell it is under the covers!
<DrFrankentweed> I've got a good idea of what it is
<OliverSampson> What's your idea, Sandra?
<DrFrankentweed> Come on - autopsy tools ...what else could it be
<OliverSampson> Obviously
<DrFrankentweed> He's heard me screaming ...then it stops
<PamsTweedy> Peter, you know the tools on the table are autopsy tools.
<OliverSampson> Then he sees a plaque on the wall.. the lettering's scrubbed out.
<PeterSalter> Yes
<PamsTweedy> I have to figure that under the cover on the large metallic table must lay a body.
<PeterSalter> Yes ....don't look
<PamsTweedy> I also believe the sign on the door at one time said "Morgue" or "City Morgue" something along those lines.
<PeterSalter> Don't know ...couldn't read it
<PamsTweedy> Peter, we have to look. If we don't finish, we can't go home.
<OliverSampson> Didn't want to.
<DrFrankentweed> oh lord
<PamsTweedy> I believe you probably could have read it, just couldn't make your inner mind read it.
<PeterSalter> Couldn't read it
<DonnaL> What, Sandra?
<DrFrankentweed> he's going to make him take the cover off
<PamsTweedy> that's fine, Peter. We don't need to know what it said.
<DonnaL> Is that a good idea?
<PamsTweedy> Yes. We have to know what is under the cover. It might be scary for all of us. I don't see any other option.
<OliverSampson> This may prove traumatic for Peter.
<DrFrankentweed> I know what's under the cover
<PamsTweedy> How will the dream stop?
<DrFrankentweed> Yeah ...I know
<OliverSampson> You?
<PamsTweedy> He can't keep waking up in terror each night. He'll burn himself out.
<OliverSampson> Or perhaps him?
<DrFrankentweed> I guess
<DonnaL> Yeah.. I guess you're right, Tweedy..
* goaliepam still crushing her hat.
<DrFrankentweed> Okay ...keep going
* PamsTweedy deep breath deep breath
<OliverSampson> He doesn't have to uncover the form on the table. He said he knows..
<PamsTweedy> Peter! I want you to reach out and grab the cover off the table.
<OliverSampson> he can just tell us what's under the cover.
<PeterSalter> No .....don't want to look
<OliverSampson> Ask him if he knows what's under the cover...
<PamsTweedy> Peter, I've got your left hand in my hand. I'm placing it on the corner of the cloth.
<PeterSalter> sticky - it's wet
<OliverSampson> Tweedy sweat? <smirk>
<PamsTweedy> Peter...do you already know what's under the cloth? Or are you just afraid of it?
<OliverSampson> sorry.
<PamsTweedy> Bloody well better not be my Tweedy sweat!
<PeterSalter> afraid of what it could be
<PamsTweedy> it's sticky and it's wet. Does it look like blood?
<PeterSalter> yes
<PamsTweedy> Does it look like its coming from what could be a head?
<goaliepam> Tweedy! That's just gross again!
<PeterSalter> it's all over ...it's everywhere
* goaliepam f---! Even I'm afraid of looking under the damn covers!
<DonnaL> ewww
<OliverSampson> He's seen things like this before.
<DrFrankentweed> You're afraid?!?! I'm damn near s****** myself ...
* DonnaL snuggles closer to Oliver for protection.
<DrFrankentweed> Come on Tweedy ....get him moving
<PamsTweedy> Peter...you have a corner of the cloth in your hand.
* OliverSampson kisses Donna at the hairline, then leans closer.
<PeterSalter> yes
<PamsTweedy> When I count to three you are going to pull that cloth off.
<PeterSalter> no
* OliverSampson is focused on Peter's reactions
<PamsTweedy> With each count, you are going to tug a little harder and on the three, it's going to be on the floor.
<OliverSampson> ask if he wants me to do it. he'll probably say no...
<PeterSalter> I...can't
<PamsTweedy> Do you want Oliver to take the other corner of the cloth?
<PeterSalter> no ...he mustn't look
<PamsTweedy> Nothing can hurt you here.
<PeterSalter> no-one must look
<OliverSampson> he's gone all pale
<PamsTweedy> Peter, I have an idea. Fine, no one is going to look. But, you are going to tug that cloth off. You can keep your eyes closed.
<PeterSalter> walk back ....
<PamsTweedy> If you like, I will use one hand to cover your eyes.
<PeterSalter> you can't look
<PamsTweedy> We are walking back...but you still have that corner of the cloth.
<OliverSampson> he won't ...
<PamsTweedy> If you continue to walk, you will take it with you.
<PeterSalter> Don't look
<PamsTweedy> Already, part of the cloth is coming off. Like striping the bed at home. I'm not looking, I'm looking straight at you..
* PamsTweedy puts glasses in pocket
<PamsTweedy> See I don't even have my glasses on. Keep walking backward, Peter.
<DrFrankentweed> he's relaxed a tiny bit
<PamsTweedy> A little more of the cloth has come loose.
<OliverSampson> colour's returning to his face
<PamsTweedy> Peter, we aren't looking, but we are going to take this cloth off. Some has already come loose. You just need to pull the rest of the way. One...tug hard.
<PeterSalter> Dont' look ...you can't ...you're not supposed to see
<OliverSampson> Not supposed to?
<PamsTweedy> Peter!! Focus. I'm not looking and neither is Oliver. Peter...TWO! Tug harder!
<PeterSalter> it's off
* PeterSalter puts head down to chest
* OliverSampson puts a hand to Peter's chest.
<PamsTweedy> I'm looking at it on the floor, Peter. I'm not looking at the table.
<PeterSalter> You can't look ...not for you to see
<goaliepam> I don't think Tweedy read anything about subjects having a heart attack during hypnosis...hopefully he's okay...
<PamsTweedy> Who can look, Peter? Who is allowed to see!?
<OliverSampson> For a moment there, I thought he'd gone catatonic.
<DrFrankentweed> I don't think he's looking
<PeterSalter> Not you
<OliverSampson> ask if I'm allowed
<PamsTweedy> I'm a little hurt, Peter. Why am I not allowed? How about Oliver? Can he look?
<OliverSampson> Or Sandra... ask if Sandra can look.
<PamsTweedy> Yes! Peter! Can Sandra look? I can have Sandra join us.
<PeterSalter> No ...she's here
<OliverSampson> where is she?
<PeterSalter> She's not part of you ....that's why you can't look
<PamsTweedy> Where is she, Peter.
<DrFrankentweed> uh-oh
<PeterSalter> on the table
<DonnaL> On... the... table...
<DrFrankentweed> oh boy
<PamsTweedy> Sandra...Sandra is on the table?
<DonnaL> worst case borne out.
<PeterSalter> yes
<PamsTweedy> I'm going to look, Peter!
<PeterSalter> NO!
<PamsTweedy> You are too, Peter...we have to!
AT THIS POINT, PETER IS SO DISTRESSED HE BRINGS HIMSELF OUT OF HYPNOSIS
* PeterSalter head up ...blinks ....looks around
<PamsTweedy> How can you save her.
<OliverSampson> Peter?
<PeterSalter> yes ...what happened
<goaliepam> DAMN!
<PamsTweedy> DAMN!
<PeterSalter> What?
* NSQueen119 draws her hand to her mouth...
* OliverSampson puts a hand on Peter's shoulder.
* DrFrankentweed hugs Peter
<OliverSampson> We've made a breakthrough it seems.
* OliverSampson hands Peter his notebook..
* PamsTweedy grabs his glasses out of his pocket starts polishing furiously...
<OliverSampson> Here.. this is what happened.
<DrFrankentweed> Right ...let's take five
<OliverSampson> I took notes.
<PamsTweedy> Well I guess I don't need that Termination part of the hypnosis.
<DonnaL> Good idea.
<goaliepam> Off ya go.
* DonnaL hugs Pam's Tweedy. You did a good job.
<DrFrankentweed> I'll let Peter read the notes ...and we'll be back in a few minutes ....
<OliverSampson> Right.
<PamsTweedy> Well, that was bracing...
<DrFrankentweed> Tweedy - you may want to put him under again
<OliverSampson> Take your time.
<jadedragon177> ok
<PamsTweedy> Alright. I have another script to try.
* OliverSampson grins. It was a bit
<NSQueen119> manomano
<DrFrankentweed> phew ....back in a minute
* NSQueen119 huggles Sandra and Peter
<DrFrankentweed> Come on Peter
<DonnaL> See you in a few, Peter.. Sandra
<goaliepam> ISN'T THIS FUN!?
* DonnaL hugs Peter & Sandra
<PeterSalter> Bye ...see you in a minute ....I think
<DonnaL> If you like pulling teeth.