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Well, today was a whole different level of fucked up in this loony bin, Dr. Nelson. It's half past midnight, and sleep is nowhere on my agenda. I finally decided to jot down my thoughts now because earlier, well, I wasn't in the mood for it. My brain is in overload mode, you know? I kick-started my day with Frank in the shower, and just to clarify, no, it wasn't a shower buddy situation. Found him sprawled on the floor, hot water roasting him like a Thanksgiving turkey. I grabbed the guy, there was this weird flash of light, and bam, he was back from wherever he was. Then he opened his mouth after a silence streak and dropped this "drugs open eyes" wisdom like I was supposed to get it. I tried to nod like I got it, but honestly, I was lost in translation. After that, we had our morning round of formula 35C, and it was by far the strangest fucking dream scenario yet. I was surrounded by a group of shadow beings or some shit, and you were front and center, throwing a reality-altering proposition at me. Red pill, blue pill kind of stuff, like I'm in a horror remake of the Matrix. Now, I'm aware it's a dream, so I straight up confessed that I'd go for the red pill, unlock some superpowers or whatever. Thought I'd wake up with a cape or something, but nope. Instead, I'm feeling more like a used wet wipe. No superpowers, just a heavy dose of blah. If you’d like to prescribe me something to shake it then I’d suggest coffee and a few smokes. Enough about me. Let’s talk about Randy, a case study in radio silence. He's been walking around like he had a lobotomy or something, a real-life zombie without the snack cravings. Even Emily can't crack this code. What's going on? What is this drug doing? I'm about ready to jump out of my skin with worry here. If you can spare a moment from whatever mad science experiment is cooking, I could use some advice. Seriously, Randy's teetering on the edge of losing it, and I don't want to be the one to catch him. Help, please. Lastly, where are Stephanie, Michael, Chuck, and Chester – seriously, where the hell have they vanished to? It's more than a bit unsettling that they've just up and disappeared. Gone without a trace. Are they in some sort of undercover operation or have they been secretly transported to a loony bin? Can can you throw me a fucking bone here and answer a damn question for once? My mind is tangled in a web of conspiracy theories that could rival JFK and 9/11. Are they off the grid or, worse yet, are they...dead? Did this twisted experiment claim their lives? Did you pull the trigger, Doc? I've got a thousand dark thoughts swirling in my mind. And again… why the hell can't we make a single call to the outside world? The silence is maddening, and the walls are starting to close in. I don't think I can take this shit much longer. Dr. Nelson, please, I'm begging you, I need some answers. The shadows in this place are growing longer, and I'm on the brink. Get back to me soon. Hoping for a lifeline, -Jack NEXT CHAPTER
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