Intervention
Jack: We have a problem. Bill remembered a method of dealing with insomnia from the recent past. I think we should intervene. Jim already knows.
Task: Go through the unknown room in the night mode.
Bill is sitting on a stool in the shadows and thoughtfully fiddles uncapped, but not started bottle of wine.
Bill: What a who.. whonderful music, which I can't stand for another five minutes.
Jack: And I thought you were as deaf as a post, man.
Bill: Ah, welcome. Today, I would not refuse this privilege of old age. When you come to my age and have insomnia, the demons of the past are remarkably persistent.
Jack: Look, if I was not sure that Matt won't survive for long, I would have already pierced his eardrums with cotton buds.
Jim: You kind of wanted to cut off your own ears.
Jack: Believe me, I have a dozen options, how to stop my suffering. In any case, we're talking about something else.
Jim: Bill, we need you in a sober mind and memory.
Jack: Who will snaps handcuffs on Matt's wrists, if not you?
Bill: I'm going to have a wet for the last time.
You throw a glance in a corner of the basement, and see there a few empty bottles, then you look on Bill's face.
Jack: Of course, Bill. The last time.
Man puts wine aside without taking a sip.
Bill: Sleeping pills are not for me with my weak heart, but I have some immunity to this.
Jim: Let's go get some fresh air, Bill.
Jack: Music is not that loud in the yard.
You completed Jack’s task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Bill: Yes, you're right. To get some fresh air would be not such a bad idea. We only play into the hands of Matt, if all at once become drug addicted or alcohol or tranquilizers woozy.
