It takes about three days for R to start moaning. Another two before he starts to thrash against the chair, the ropes creaking. Lucky for Joan, it's good ropes and even better knots: R remains restrained, unable to worm himself out, the look on his face starting to look eerily similar to their first meeting even if he's not withered to leather like before.

The zombie struggles again, the rope twisting across his chest and arms and ruining the nice new clothes he'd been stuck in a few days ago. His Escort will pitch a fit when she sees it.