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Description of Events Log Entry #1

Time of Event: 12:00 Date: October 1st, 2015

Filed By: Jim Mcgraw Purpose: Research and Development

Subject: Details of Regis's Return

Regis came back through with the sound of a clap. He lost considerable amount of weight. He is clean. His face more shaven than when he left and yet, I still did not immediately recognize him. His eyes greeted me with anger so fierce we measured each other in silence for a moment before he began to shake. When I got close to him he lashed out at me so I retreated. He started to motion with his hands. They had become deformed. And then I could finally see him. His face had twisted. His arms and shoulders curled. What he'd lost in athleticism he'd gained in tenacity. His balance relied on his right leg. His left side caved in causing a limp. We both knew in that moment that if it came to a fight I'd win but that didn't relax the tension. Without letting him leave my vision I motioned in the direction of the desk and asked him, "Do you remember your way around?" With a gimp he moved toward the desk, never breaking eye contact. When he moved toward grabbing a pen to write his hands shook so profusely that he could not pick it up. Then he wailed and I understood, a screech so shrill my heart broke. It was the sound of a man that had lost his tongue. He reached for the I-pad and was unable to type in the pass-code. Then he fell and began to pulsate. His body began to flop as if he'd become a fish out of water. At that point, in preparation of the worst, I grabbed the sedative we'd prepared and put him to sleep.

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