Matt escorts me into the bedroom, and closes the door. He leans back against the closed bathroom door frame, sips his drink, and gestures toward a crystal sculpture on the dressing table.
"How about demonstrating your device on that thing," Matt suggests.
I smile. I gave Danny that sculpture and I bet that bastard knows it. I pull out the device, check the settings, start to aim it at the sculpture, then I suddenly turn.
At the same instant, the door to the tiny bathroom swings outward knocking Matt headlong into the dressing table. A 6 foot drunken Nordic blond staggers out and falls on to the bed. He mumbles, "Sorry about the mess."
I press the firing button, and turn back in horror to see that the shower curtain has been replaced by a mirrored enclosure. I see my reflection, the shower enclosure quivers and buckles, and then this a blinding flash of light. I am momentarily blinded.