I am implicated in a corporate scandal of some kind. I don’t remember the details of the scandal itself, but basically I’m in a room full of telecoms executives when the ICAC shows up to arrest them, and because I’m there, I’m assumed to be in on whatever they're doing, or at least a “person of interest”.
It’s like watching myself in an ICAC documentary. I do a perp walk with a half dozen execs, with the officers instructing me to hold my jacket over my head so the reporters can’t photograph my face. We walk down a steep flight of stairs down to the lobby of the five-star hotel in Hong Kong where this is taking place. I am booked and processed there in the lobby …
Scene shift: I am now in the lobby of a different hotel in a different area of Hong Kong. As I wonder why I’m in this hotel, I flashback to a scene in a room in the other hotel, where a beauty queen (in swimsuit and sash) knocks over a drink. She decides to change hotels, and in doing so somehow changes my future (via chaos theory, perhaps) so that I ended up in this hotel instead of the one where the executives got busted.
I end up in the very room where the beauty queen had been staying. I am shirtless and shoeless, and my wallet, keys and phone are missing. I realize that this is the room where the ICAC officers put me temporarily while they figure out what to do with me.
The cabinets are full of old newspapers, but when you slide the doors back and forth, you can find a secret fireplace. There is a fire burning inside, and the narrator of the ICAC documentary implies that there will be a fire in this room because the newspapers will catch fire, so I should get out now. I’m not sure if he’s being literal or implementing some kind of metaphor, but I decide not to take chances.
I look around for my stuff. In the foyer by the mini-bar, I find my shirt is there, pressed, folded and ready. My wallet, keys and phone are also there, and my shoes are by the door. I get dressed, get my stuff and leave the hotel.
An innocent man,
This is dF
It’s like watching myself in an ICAC documentary. I do a perp walk with a half dozen execs, with the officers instructing me to hold my jacket over my head so the reporters can’t photograph my face. We walk down a steep flight of stairs down to the lobby of the five-star hotel in Hong Kong where this is taking place. I am booked and processed there in the lobby …
Scene shift: I am now in the lobby of a different hotel in a different area of Hong Kong. As I wonder why I’m in this hotel, I flashback to a scene in a room in the other hotel, where a beauty queen (in swimsuit and sash) knocks over a drink. She decides to change hotels, and in doing so somehow changes my future (via chaos theory, perhaps) so that I ended up in this hotel instead of the one where the executives got busted.
I end up in the very room where the beauty queen had been staying. I am shirtless and shoeless, and my wallet, keys and phone are missing. I realize that this is the room where the ICAC officers put me temporarily while they figure out what to do with me.
The cabinets are full of old newspapers, but when you slide the doors back and forth, you can find a secret fireplace. There is a fire burning inside, and the narrator of the ICAC documentary implies that there will be a fire in this room because the newspapers will catch fire, so I should get out now. I’m not sure if he’s being literal or implementing some kind of metaphor, but I decide not to take chances.
I look around for my stuff. In the foyer by the mini-bar, I find my shirt is there, pressed, folded and ready. My wallet, keys and phone are also there, and my shoes are by the door. I get dressed, get my stuff and leave the hotel.
An innocent man,
This is dF