What are we talking about here

"What are we talking about here?" you ask Mr. Li. There's something about the strange way he's behaving that makes you uncomfortable with his question.

He looks you intensely in the eye and says, "I need to know that you are with us, one hundred percent."

It's too weird. Still, you feel like you need to say something.

"I'll do my job, if that's what you're getting at."

Mr. Li seems disappointed with your answer. He shrugs.

Suddenly, a wave of fatigue rolls over you, and you feel a little green. You look down at your drink and wonder when you became such a lightweight. Maybe it was all the traveling?

Li say, "Very well. We will see whether that will be enough."

Damn, the room has started to spin slowly around you. This isn't good. "Excuse me, Mr. Li, but I'm feeling a little dizzy. I think I'm going to return to my room." You try to stand but find yourself too unsteady.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get Ryan to help you."

You try to protest, but even speaking seems to be difficult. You close your eyes and sit there for an indeterminate amount of time before you feel yourself hoisted against someone's shoulder and helped stumbling back through the hall. The last thing you remember is tumbling into your bed as you fall ****.