The damned thing came for me. I watched it explode out of the ground. It tried to get in the car, nearly shoved me off the road. If I’d been in the house sixty more seconds, I’d be toast. I drove north, took a side road back south. In a parking lot now, typing this up because you need to see it ASAP. Hoping I lost it but the car’s running just in case.
Here are my notes so far (more coming):
[He doesn’t know who I am.
He knows who he is… can have a conversation, “smalltalk” but it eventually looped back. Problem with longterm memory?]
[Not like Augernon, who was almost catatonic. I know he was a “lighting rod” but there might be degrees of damage taken by the storm?]
[I can have a conversation with Fallon. He’s tall. Big guy. Glasses. Don’t know what I expected. An office full of books.]
[He doesn’t know about KS. Says he’s a child psychiatrist.]
[This is when I had tea and told him a story.]
[He’s brightening up. He got up, making himself a scotch. I guess that’ll work.]
T: What is it I can do for you today, Dr. Adler?
[I can tell he’s confused and trying to cover it up…]
M: Actually, Dr. Fallon, I’m here to help you. Help you remember what happened.
T: What happened… What happened to me?
[He was thinking.]
T: My memory.
[He sits at his desk.]
T: I have to be honest, you’ve caught me with my pants down. The feeling is odd. I can’t remember remembering.
[I ask about his job, his patients, the house… I want to make sure the ritual is working before I go for it.]
T: Boston. I work outside Boston. I— A research facility. Someplace…
M: Kemetic Solutions.
T: Yes. Kemetic—
[He looks at me…]
T: And how are you feeling? Settling in?
M: I’m good, thank you.
T: Now, now… how are we supposed to work together if we’re not honest with each other?
M: I’m not sure what you want me to say, Dr. Fallon.
T: Please, call me Teddy. May I call you Martin?
[I guess it’s working. So much for Dr. Adler.]