"Ah so that would make you Jane Jones" you laugh

The atmosphere changes immediately and you feel the temperature drop. Daphne's gaze falls to the floor and she seems to shrink behind the chair she is leaning against.

"Ah I see" Ms Jones' voice sounds much harsher and almost cruel "Then finish your beer sir I think you had better be leaving now, Daphne show our guest the way out."

You try to apologize but your protestations are simply met with a finger to the lips. You realize you are not welcome anymore and neck the rest of your beer.

As you stand the room starts to spin, the blood rushed from your head and you desperate grab for something to steady yourself. Before you find anything to support you your legs crumple beneath you and you fall to the fall. The room fades to black.