Max knew that as soon as he was fit to get to the bathroom all by himself he was going to have to make a break for it; clambering down a concrete wall so old it had fossilized into stone. New York city was over...even if just for the moment, everyone; the cops and the mob were too hot on his tail. Max was beginning to forget what all this was about. Suddenly the goal had become entirely unclear. Up till now he had been in two minds about it, now he was probably in three. Max had a feeling of ne'je vous, as if all this had never happened before. Perhaps the nearest he would ever get to the truth was to drown in a puddle of falsehoods. The nurse said "Don't worry, it's only a pin-prick and injected him in the arm. The cops had left the room, they had been trying to confuse him, one said Mona was dead, another that she was in jail, the nurse had said she was alive in another hospital. The injection began to work, for a moment he thought that he was lying on the floor of a thread in the 3d Realms Max Payne forum. He made a supreme effort to clear his vision and glimpsed a blurred patchwork of peeling paint on the green bloodspattered wall beside his bed. The next time Max Payne woke up it would be just after the cutscene at the opening of Max 3. For now he was tired of looking back over his shoulder at the future all the time. He just longed for the big sleep. Little did he know the big sleep would be for twenty years.