Swamped

You're racked by indecision. Do you just pass, and try to throw her off? Do you go for rank, the likelier loss, to give her a nine and make her think one of your nines is on the bottom? Do you go for suit, which has more chances of a match?

You just can't decide. And then it strikes you - why are you even playing this game? You've got no idea where that damned greatrat is, or what it's doing while you're sitting here playing cards.

You shove your whole stack aside. You've just been distracting yourself, and it's not doing any good. The rat's not going to stop running around waiting for you to finish your game.

"I can't handle this right now," you say. "I've got a problem and I'm just running from it. I need help, and I don't know who I can turn to. I thought... well, I don't know what I was thinking, really. Look, I'll make this quick. Will you help me?"

You're Lisa now. What are you going to say?