I don't know how I got here. I don't know why someone has strapped me to a table and is trying to knock me out with drugs.

I feel my body relaxing. I don't want to relax. I have things to do. I have places to go. Most importantly, I have a message to send.

My only chance is to get the nurse on my side. I have to talk to him before I fall asleep.

"Listen, man. These people don't care about you. Do me a favor. Go to the Overlook Hotel tomorrow in Room 244 at 3 p.m. Tell the person there ..."

I'm losing consciousness. I had better hurry.

"... where I am. Tell them to send help. They will take care of you and your family. But the most important thing is to tell him the code color."

"What is it?" the nurse asked.

What is it? I'm starting for forget. Is it purple? Pink? No, it's purple."

"It's pur---"

I'm out.