I had no idea what she was talking about. My head and belly hurt and now she was putting some serious hurt on my back. Through the pain I couldn’t remember my own name but it sure wasn’t Baker. Still, I couldn’t resist bein’ a smartass. “Okay! Okay!” I said. “The password is g-e-t-s-t-u-f-f-e-d”. Her azure eyes darted around the cafe for something. A pen? I quickly rolled on my side and grabbed her shapely ankle. This crazy broad needed some tough love and I was about to give it to her in spades. I twisted as hard as I could given my current state. Her ankle snapped, sounding like cards being shuffled. She stumbled back with a shocked look on her porcelain puss. She didn’t scream until she tried to break her fall by stepping back on one stiletto heel attached to one foot twisted outward at an unnatural angle attached to a statuesque gam. I was struggling to my feet as the heel of her shoe snapped off throwing her sideways, chin hitting the edge of a table, making a sound like an apple hitting a concrete wall.