Francis thought he was dying.

That’s an understatement, actually. Francis knew he was dying. His heart was palpitating, he was sweating profusely, his breathing had gone ragged. It was all a matter of time before he collapsed and died.

Francis starts to panic. What if he’s having a heart attack? Who would help him? Francis slowly walks over to the telephone, calling the first person that comes to mind. Richard Papen. Francis holds the phone to his ear, desperately hoping that Richard will pick up the phone, preferably before Francis starts convulsing.