“Yes, it is true; you really have been asleep for the last few days and now you must prepare yourself to lose.”

     John threw the bedsheets aside, irritated at Unah.

     “I’m now convinced that you’re actually wanting me to lose.  If you really cared for me then you would be my source of motivation.”  Unah held both his hands and looked at him in the eyes.

     “Sometimes, it is good to place your trust in someone.  When I tell you that you will lose, then you must accept.”

     “I simply refuse to lost a contestant with the name Gobber.  Even the sound of it is enough to being a smirk on any man’s face.”

     “Exactly!  And that is why you must heed my warning.”  John was seething inside with anger and frustration.

    “So what do you want me to do then?  Go to your father and…”

     “Father!”  Cried Unah and ran off, out the room and down the corridor.  John took his pillow and tossed it at the doorway.

     “I cannot believe I actually walked into a trap.  I’m not going to quit…I refuse to quit!”  Just then he had an idea.  He brought out his mobile phone from his inner left-side coat pocket.

     “Im going to ring Peter.”  After a short while, there was a dial tone and then.

     “We are sorry, but the person you wish to speak to is unavailable.  Please try again, later.”

     John was really losing his cool.  “What’s the point of having a mobile phone when you keep it switched off all the time!”   Suddenly, Peter appeared at the doorway and walked in.

     “Peter, is that really you, or are you another android?”

     “I’m just as real as you are, John.  Oh my goodness, you look a real mess.  I think you need to freshen up.”

     “It’s this place, Peter, it’s driving me crazy.  I want to get out of here.  You’re my agent, please help me get out of here.”

     “You’re not a prisoner here, John.”  Said Peter, reassuringly.  “You’re just turning paranoid and I think I know why.  As long as I’ve known you, you’ve never even smiled, forget about laughing.”  “You need to show yourself some compassion and take things lightly once so often.  This place is a wonderful concept.  If I were in your position, I would be looking forward to tomorrow morning’s Grande Finale’ with Gobber.”

     John wasn’t sure how to react to this remark.  He lowered his head and gazed at the floor, pressing his ears.

     “If you come to this Grande Finale’ and watch, as a spectator, then after it’s over, will you help me to leave this place, just in case there’s any trouble?”

     “You know you can rely on my, John.  I’m not only your agent, I’m your best friend.” 

      John stood up and looked at his reflection.

     “You’re right, Peter, I really do look a mess.  I’m going to wash up.  Why don’t you relax and put the t.v on.  It’s all one big laugh, including the news, but then, you’re allowed to laugh.  I’ll be out shortly.”  As John went to wash up in the bathroom, Peter’s face turned cold and he started laughing. 

End of Chapter 11.

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