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He realised that he was not standing at a good angle to do any effective dismembering of furniture, andstepped over to Griffin's right."I'll try to cut that off," he said, gesturing at the handcuff that chained the other to the bed. "Keep yourhand out of the way."The chainsaw powered up again, and not-Tim directed it at the metal the best he could. Sparks flew.The handcuff remained intact."What is this thing made of?" he demanded after the third unsuccessful try.The handcuffs were probably just made from ordinary metal; the important thing is that when TomLudlow handcuffs somebody, they stay handcuffed. Even though in this case it was Conor and Shanewho did the deed, in which case that particular fact wasn't really of much relevance at all."Try the bed," Griffin suggested, so not-Tim went chainsaw on the metal pole of the bunk bed to similarlylittle effect. He concluded that the chainsaw sucked, and why exactly was there a chainsaw inKenselton Hotel, anyway? It made less sense than white tablecloths, which at least appealed to hisaesthetic sensibility.Not-Tim put the chainsaw aside and sat down in a slump of defeat. More silence followed."Nice."Not-Tim's head snapped up at the voice. Dem was leaning casually against the wall, twiddling histhumbs in an in-your-face kind of way.Twiddle."Are their lives really worth worrying over?" Dem asked not-Tim. "Look at what they do to you. Hello,"he added to Griffin."What are you doing here?" not-Tim asked tersely."I thought you could use the company."Twiddle.Dem gave up twiddling his thumbs. He looked at the chainsaw instead, then looked up at thehandcuffed hands."What've you got to do here?" he asked not-Tim. "Chainsaw his wrist off to go free? Nice. What'sstopping you?" Dem smiled benevolently. "Jjaks eaten by a radioactive phoenix, suuure. Simpledismemberment of a serial killer, nope. You're a strange fellow, Mr. Reeves."Not to mention," Dem said to Griffin, "he doesn't like you very much. They didn't pay him enough.""HEY!" not-Tim yelled. "That's not what-"Dem twiddled his thumbs and gazed at not-Tim with a vague scientific interest."...changed the deal and the script..."Dem shrugged. "Whatever," he said to Griffin. "Crux of the matter is, he doesn't like you very much.He didn't want to do the film but had no choice." Dem glanced at his watch. "Anyway, see you around.Bye!"Dem vanished.Silence."...They didn't pay you enough?" Griffin asked accusingly, his voice tight with hurt or anger or somethingmore dangerous."No," not-Tim said. "It's complicated. Just drop it."Griffin continued staring at not-Tim and looking wounded. Then: