Colds chills down the spine of the slumbering GT. A nightmare of the most wicked kind torments his inner broken peace. Visions of losing the belt, tossing and turning, knowing in the wee hours of morning he could soon be burning. The window sham blows in, as if a breeze entered calmly. Standing at the foot of his bed is Bear Braddock. To make his night less lonely. GT rises in a heated trance, commanded by ThE WiTcH DoCtOr to put on some pants. He dresses and turns as if possessed. Lays on the carpet, as Braddock appears over him for the delightful pin before GT ends his mental recess. 1.2.