I am so scared. They say I’ve got one of those…things in my head making me do things. I really don’t know what it’s doing, making me do.

 

Jack’s here. His face is shut down, no emotion. That’s bad.

 

They’re going to try and take it out. There are risks. I might never walk again. I might die. Worst of all, it might not work. I might wake up with that thing still inside me. I can’t face that. I really can’t, knowing what I might to do people…

 

“I want to wake up as me, or not at all.”