Escape.

Chrissi limped over to the case and opened it. Inside was a small placard bearing one word: fin. The crowd started booing but Jack shushed them.

"Jessie, it looks like you pulled the exit card! The audience is sad to see you go, but all good things must come to an end, right?"

Chrissi flounced over and hugged Jessica, who was still not sure what was going on. "Exit? I get to leave?"

Jack chuckled mirthlessly and winked at the audience. "Not without your prizes! In fact, since I'm feeling generous, I'll just put the money in your bank account. Something tells me you'd have a hard time cashing a check right now."

Why would she have a hard time cashing a check? Oh, right. "Because of the lobotomy."

"And because you're gonna be horny all the time! And so is everybody else," Chrissie added helpfully. "It'll be fun!"

She had forgotten about the horny thing. "Wait, so I'm gonna have to go back to my job and stuff? I don't think I'm gonna be able to do it very well."

Suddenly Jessie's eyes were closed. She opened them and felt an intense wave of vertigo as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom. What happened? Was she on a game show? That couldn't be, since she was in bed. Maybe it was a dream?

She sat up in bed and looked blearily around the room. What time was it? What day was it? She checked her phone and squinted at the numbers. Four-fifteen in the afternoon. She normally wasn't asleep that late because- oh shit, she was supposed to be at work!

She needed to text her boss, but she was struggling to remember how. It was the same old phone but it took her a while to remember what the texting app icon looked like. Once she had it open, she saw a bunch of names and phone numbers with little texts underneath them, probably stuff they had sent her. Who was she emailing again? Her boss? She put the phone down and tried to concentrate.

She needed to email her boss because she couldn't work. She couldn't work because... Jesus Christ, she'd been lobotomized! Jessica shuddered as the memories of Jack and Chrissie flooded back into her mind. They fucked her up bad! Jack said he was gonna put some money in her bank account but it still didn't seem fair. And now she was gonna fuck everyone she saw!

Jessica sat for several minutes, paralyzed with indecision. What was she gonna do? Her thoughts were frustratingly sluggish. If she could just think a little better she could figure this out. After a while she had to pee, so she got up and went to the bathroom. Afterwards she sat on the toilet for several minutes before she remembered she was done and cleaned up.

Sitting around her apartment wasn't getting her anywhere. She needed to go ask somebody for help. Somebody smart, who could figure this out for her. And she had a bunch of money so she could pay them if she needed to. But who should she talk to?