A surprising turn of events

Slowly you continue the game of cat and mouse, **** to keep the table between you. This can't go on forever, you have to do something, but you know there's no way to physically overpower Wong. While he's not normally very imposing, something seems to have snapped in his head, making the assistant an unpredictable assailant. "Michael, if you help me, we can find a way to stop it."

His cold laughter sends a chill down your spine. "Don't you get it yet, slut? There is no stopping it!" His expression is crazed, and you begin to realize that Michael may have already lost his mind due to the pressure. "Doctor Stewart could have stopped it when he had the chance, and he's dead. And I don't plan on joining him."

Brandishing the tranq applicator menacingly, he waves towards the doorway you entered through. "You need to leave before it smells you. Don't think I won't use this thing, don't think I -Ough!" With a pained groan, Michael collapses to his knees, his free hand clutching his chest tightly. This could be your chance to escape! Then again, perhaps you should help him, Michael may be acting crazy, but the idea of leaving him here to die in the dingy cafe is almost more than you can bear. Your eyes dart frantically from the door to the crumpled man on the floor, desperately trying to decide.