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[There's something rattling around in the distant realm of consciousness, and it takes him several minutes, but the prosecutor is reluctantly drawn from sleep and is back in the real world before long. Groggily, he forces himself to sit up and stare, but he still looks half-dead. He's never woken up well.]
[Dragging his feet, he slowly makes his way around the room, wondering what on earth that noise is. He rounds the corner, glances in the bathroom--]