I believe I am hypnotized. I soon find myself standing next to Karen, in front of a wall of books. Several are being put into my hands. Large hard-covered books with large price tags. Scientologists are smarter than Christians.
Christians only have one book to sell.
Everything is starting to get blurry. I might snap soon. They'll find me in the middle of the night, nude, in the middle of L. Ron Hubbard's imaginary office. I need to make my excuses and leave. Panicking, I point to the clock on her desk.