Tower 4 - S4E8: An Open Mind

Episode Date: May 4, 2026

The mid-season finale of Tower 4!   Music provided by:  Taako @ soundcloud.com/madebytaako Flash in the Pan by Company Gun @ Artlist.io   Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Just something to give us a sense of your voice and recording equipment. So that's it for now. We hope you enjoy the two-hour mid-season finale of Tower 4, Season 4. God damn it, I didn't want to do this. You made me shoot you, you asshole. I pushed through the icy water. I was drenched and cold and frustrated. Jerry was face down in the shallow water, a pool of blood around him.

Oh, now what am I supposed to tell the boss? I flipped the guy over and his eyes instantly shot open. Nothing! I fell back, my head's robbing. The guy hit me with a rock! I pointed the gun, but I could barely see. I was instantly hit in the head again. again. Then I felt Jerry get on top of me and hold me down. I was in so much pain, but I fought

as hard as I could. The asshole was trying to drown me. My lungs were on fire. I could feel they were about to burst. I couldn't break free. How? I shot him. I saw the blood. I couldn't hold my breath any longer and suddenly I sucked in water and everything went white. I waited another minute before finally letting go of his shirt collar and chest. I wanted to make sure the light had left his eyes. Anger was searching through me. A quick temper was never mentioned, but I wouldn't be shocked if I had one.

Although to me, this was completely justified. Blood was still pouring from my arm. I then reached below my neck and touched my back. My back throbbed, but I was okay, even with my adrenaline waning and the pain pushing through. I took a nervous look around, but the channel was clear. I wondered if this Morrison, if that was his real name, disposed of poor old man Chuck the same way. I took one final look at the floating body by the shore. I startled from a weird sound, thinking maybe Morrison.

was rising, but no. I saw the black fin. It was a pod of orcas, maybe four or five making their way north past the boat. In any other situation, I'd be enthralled to stand here and watch them. I loved nature. I knew that. But right now, I had to get out of here. Hopefully, the animals didn't take an interest in me as I slowly swam for the boat. I reached the side and pulled myself up, which sent shooting pains of both arms and down. God, can't rest yet. I went into the cabin and pulled my flannel and undershirt off. In my frantic state to escape, I wasn't thinking clearly.

But as I was laying in the water waiting for my life to flash before my eyes, I realized the reason it didn't, wasn't because of my memory loss. It was because I wasn't dying. And that was because of the Kevlar, the vest I wore each time I was outside in Alaska. And in this instance, it helped. It didn't mean I wasn't still upset with myself for falling asleep and letting my guard down, especially with an unvetted man on board. But at least I took the...

proper precautions, like always. And that's what made me decide to continue my fight. I had to hold my breath until he approached, which wasn't easy. I pulled the vest off and flipped it to see the bullet wedged. That was close. A few inches higher, he would have hit me in the back of the neck. I peeled off my undershirt. I was still in a lot of pain, and since there was blood on the back of my shirt, I knew the bullet did make an impact. I opened the small bathroom door, a mirror hung on it. I kept it open with my foot, but turned my body to see the damage.

There was a large welt and broken skin. Blood dripped from the wound. Damn, I dropped the shirt and made my way to my bags. I grabbed my foot. first aid kit and patched myself up. My back wasn't easy, but that wound would heal quicker. Luckily, the other bullet went through my arm. I bandaged and wrapped it tightly. Five minutes later, and I plopped my ass on the bench. Never again, never again will they get the upper hand. I leaned forward, trying to peer into the back room, wondering if this Morrison had a

other useful things with him. A phone, contact list, anything. But before I'd search, I needed to get this thing moving. I needed to get out of here before that body washed up somewhere, or others came looking for him. I got the anchor up and made my way to the wheel. For a fleeting moment, I thought about heading back to catch a cannon, or more specifically, Mountain Point. But I knew it would be risky, especially now. So instead, I continued down the channel towards Bellingham. Seven Lamb Productions presents Tower 4, Season 4, Episode 8, An Open Mind.

I went to the same place where Chuck picked me up. I wondered how long it would be before someone either reported him missing or found his or the other guy's body. I wasn't worried about anyone from Iris finding me since he. Morrison said he had plans to head somewhere else, somewhere south. And after I went through his bag, I tossed most of it overboard, just in case he had a tracker. The contents were disappointing, but I'm not sure why I was surprised. It's not like there was going to be a secret journal with different codes or a list of all the people associated with security or board.

It was just clothes, food, bank cards, a satellite phone, and weapons. And all I kept were the weapons, is hunting knife and gun, which after close inspection I found to be cleaned. I wasn't sure where to pull the boat in, but I picked an empty spot by the far end. I was surprised how easy this came to me. Maybe this wasn't my first time driving a boat, but how could I know? Luckily, instincts kicked in, just like with everything else I was capable of doing, including my survival. I quickly parked the boat and tied it to the cleats.

I needed to hurry before anyone saw me. Once I finished, I climbed back on board and grabbed my bags. I was still in a lot of pain. I was able to patch up my wound, but it still hurt like hell. I had to carry both my bags with one arm. I quickly made my way along the dock and out the gate. A couple of other boaters walked by but said nothing. Now to get back to my place.

When I got home, I ended up stitching my arm, rewrapping it, and putting it into a makeshift sling. I grabbed my tablet to see if there was a response. There was. It read, give me time. Time. Time. That's all I gave. Tom Petty was right. The waiting is the hardest part. It was funny how some things stuck with me. There wasn't much. Usually it was a talent like driving the boat or firing a gun. Sometimes it was a feeling like pain or sadness. And sometimes it was something random, like a song lyric.

A song lyric that probably had a significant meaning that I would never know. I was going to wait to talk to Miles before contacting Mike, especially with it being so late. But fuck any more waiting. I needed to know. I grabbed my backup phone, which was now half charged, and dialed Mike's number, are you? My eyes fluttered open. I'd fallen asleep sitting up right in the bed with my shoes still on and two-thirds of a vodka bottle. my lap. Some of it had spilled onto the sheets. I could feel the dampness on my legs.

My head was throbbing. I felt sick. I drank way too much and way too short of time. Again, on an empty stomach. With my eyes only half open, I reached around from my phone. I could read the alarm clock. It was four in the morning. Of course. Who the hell could be calling me this late. I felt like I was going to throw up. I made minimal movements, but eventually found my phone. What? Who is it? Mike? Jerry? Oh shit. It's about damn time. What? I said, it's about damn time. I've been calling. You have? Yes. Oh, well, you have? I was so angry, but also, Still very drunk. I could feel the alcohol in my stomach sloshing around with each slight movement.

I lost my phone. Are you... Are you fucking kidding me? Well, plans changed. I tried to stand, but I felt unsteady, so I quickly sat back down. But you lost your... Your damn phone? That's right.

But never mind that. We're talking now. It's fucking late. It's actually early. Uh... Oh. Ugh. Mike, are you drunk?

Can you blame me? No. I guess not. My head was throbbing and the dark room was tilting. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. Mike, I need to know. Did you feel something? Did you see things?

What? I felt sick. I felt like I may vomit. The other night. Uh, two. Yeah, something. Yes, I felt something. I felt a fucking guy, a co-worker of mine, a friend, attack me. He tried shooting me with a damn dart. The moment you take off, my whole life goes in the damn shitter. Everyone's lying to me. I was attacked. The police don't care. I found out I was getting special treatment at work because of some mysterious company.

Those people, right? Now those people are waiting for me in my home and no one can give me a straight answer. How's that for feeling something? He didn't respond for what felt like minutes, but realistically I knew it was probably only five to ten seconds. What? I've had a little trouble on my end too, Mike. Listen, buddy, I just want to know what the hell is going on. I tried to tell you.

Yeah, yeah, I know. This time my anger forced me up. I held the wall to steady myself as the room spun ever so slightly. I know you tried to tell me, and I'm not a great listener, but now I'm all here, so just go ahead. Go ahead. With what? Tell me all you know. It's too much to go into now.

Oh, give me a fucking break. As I walked across the room, the alcohol in my stomach slashed. My groin and abs tightened as I knew I had about five seconds before I burst. Shit. I ran to the bathroom and threw up nothing but yellow white liquid, only half of it making it into the toilet. Mike, you okay? I leaned back against the wall, not wanting to move anymore.

Mike. But I still lifted the phone to my ear. Why can't you tell me what's going on? Because it'll all be pointless if they get to you. If what you say is true and there are people in your home, that means they're probably going to take you. Take me where? To the forest, to the facility, to the lab. Lab?

Yes, but it's not just you. There are people trying to get me too. I felt another bubbling in my gut. I closed my mouth and concentrated trying to fight the urge to vomit again. Mike? The moment passed. What does everyone want? with me.

It's not everyone. It's the company. Iris. That's right. They were studying you, Mike. They still are to a lesser extent. As I and my contact predicted, Project Reintegration failed. Again.

Everything I said in that bar was true. Why me? For the same reason they wanted me. And, uh, that reason. would be. Jesus Christ. I'm being serious, Mike. My contact says that they were just picking people at random.

But they had things that they were looking for, so you and I probably have something in common. You just don't know what that is. There's one thing I know for sure. They wanted people who didn't have anyone, people who were, for the most part, alone. For a brief moment, I pictured the hospital room with Mom. I saw the flatline. I had to leave. I'm in Washington now. If you saw things, if you're still seeing things, you need to get here. You have to get out of Ketchikan. Mountain Point's not safe anymore either. You have got to get.

I don't know if I can trust you. I don't think at this point you have any other options. He was only half right about that. No, no, I could go find out why there's men waiting for me in my house. Confront them? Sure. And they'll shoot you with that same dart you previously avoided. And then they'll take me back to the forest, the lab.

That's right. If you don't want to get tested on anymore and you want more answers, get out of there. Come to Washington. I'll tell you everything I know and I may be able to even show you something. I do have one other option, you know. Another option entirely. I could just hop on a plane and take off.

fly somewhere and start anew. No, no, a place I choose. A place I know I chose. They'd find you. You know that. Yeah, I know that. It might take a while, but they will. Bullshit.

Mike, let's be honest. Why not? Because you want... That's why you've been trying to get a hold of me, right? I hated the cocky way he said that. Right? But how do I know you have the answers I need? You don't even know much.

Whatever answers I can't give you. We can get another way, but I need to know if you saw stuff the other night. Yes, Jerry. Flashes? Visions? Yes. I saw a bunch of shit I don't understand. Fires and server rooms and all kinds of bullshit. I even talked to her. Amber, I saw myself picking up a radio and talking to her. The same woman who fell to her death, but I felt like I was there in a tower overlooking the woods and chatting to this person. And that happened today when I was in line to get coffee. I felt like I may vomit again.

I leaned forward, grabbed onto the toilet bowl with my free hand, readying myself. Then, Mike, you might not need me at all to get the answers you seek. Do you say that? Because, unlike me, they all might be in your head just waiting to come out. Ugh, fine. Fuck! Where are you? Just get to Bellingham. When you do, the moment you step foot into the city, you text me.

This new number. I'll give you a location for us to meet. Another bar? No, not this time. This time I have to be even more careful. My stomach began rumbling. Oh no. And Mike, if I were you, I wouldn't take a flight.

Seriously? I'm serious. How do you... It doesn't matter how. Find a way. Why don't you just come back here? I... I can't.

Not now. The tightness in my stater. and my stomach, abs and growing, came searching back. Just hurry and get here. Don't be seen and be careful who you trust. I wanted to trust Jerry. I really did. But the fact that he couldn't just tell me everything

really made all of this difficult. It feels like the whole town is after me. Well, it's not. There are people that can help. You just got to find them. And watch your back. My jaw tightened. I was no more fighting it.

Mike, you listening? Get here and watch out for yourself. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say, so instead I said nothing. It was hard for me to concentrate anyway. Find a way out now and text me when you arrive. Okay? Mike? And with that, he hung up.

Oh, thank God. Room service. I slowly sat up. I must have passed out. I was sitting on the bathroom floor, dried vomit on the side of the toilet, and surrounding tile. Ugh, Jesus Christ. Oh, shit.

I scrambled up as I heard the room door open. Hello. I rushed out of the room to see my door open a couple of inches. Luckily, the swing bar lock was latched. No thank you. Hello. Someone's in here. Oh, um, it's past checkout time, sir.

Oh, is it? Yes. Uh, okay. I was in a daze. I still felt like shit. I probably looked like shit, too, as I noticed dried vomit all over my shirt collar and pant legs. So I stayed out of sight as I talked to room service. Are you leaving?

Yes. I mean, no. No, not yet. Okay. Well, checkout was 11. That's fine. I'll pay front of the night. Just tell the front desk guy. I told him I'd let him know. Okay, sir. I will talk to the front desk then. Yep. Yes. Do that. Thank you. Sorry to bother you. Do you need anything changed in the meantime? New towels?

No, no, I'm fine. Okay. Thank you. I didn't need the room for another day, but I panicked. Maybe I could just pay a late fee, so I quickly rushed to the shower. I needed to get out of here. I couldn't believe I felt asleep in the bathroom floor. I quickly got undressed and jumped into the shower.

The water was cold, but I didn't care. I had to get out of here. My shower lasted less than two minutes, not even enough. enough time for the water to get hot. I was trying to remember the conversation with Jerry. He said he had a way to get me more answers, even if he couldn't supply them, because the answers were already in my head. Then why couldn't I get them now? Why did I need his help? I tried to remember the rest of our conversation, but it was late, and I was hung over. I was still upset. I passed out in the bathroom. It was like I was back in college, but again, drinking did seem to

help settle my mind a bit. I got dressed quickly, packed my bag, threw away all my garbage, and even cleaned the toilet and bathroom floor. I was only rushing so I didn't get charged, but after this, what would I do? Jerry said not to fly? Seriously? Doubt started to flood my mind again. How could I get out of here then?

How could I find someone to help? Someone I could trust. I'm sure they may talk to the front desk and didn't get the confirmation. she wanted. I'm leaving. Maybe I could still try to get a plane out of here. I could wait until I get to the airport to actually decide whether Jerry's offer was worth it. He said something like, they'd find me if I fled.

But would they really? What if I just leave the goddamn country? Canada is right there. Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. I'm checking out after all. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a punch in the face. A big man with a wide jaw and flat nose came in. My vision was blurry and I tried to get up, but it was no use.

He was on me quickly. Couldn't even react before he thrust a dirty rag onto my nose and mouth. I tried holding my breath. But I couldn't for much longer as I tried fighting back. I was in such a daze and I needed to breathe. I inhaled and that's when my vision got even worse. I instantly felt tired. weak. All I saw was the man's smile a moment before standing. He pulled a needle, a syringe out of his

back pocket. Oh, and uncaptive. Couldn't move. The vision was fading fast. Before I was completely out, I saw another figure. A man into the room slowly with what looked like a gun. But instead of approaching me, he went to the flat-nosed man, he was now crouched over me, ready to inject me, and hit him in the side of the head so hard that the man fell right on top of my legs. It didn't really hurt, I just felt to pressure. And five seconds later, I was out. Myself, walking down a hallway of flickering lights. Why was I calling for him?

I would be down here? Why did I stopped and looked down at my hands and feet. I wasn't my young self anymore. I continued down the creepy hallway. I couldn't see the far end as none of the lights worked all that well. The lights came on in the distance. That's when I noticed the large bay door. My way to it.

Drawn to it. It stopped as the door began to open. It rose slowly grinding and hiccuping until... The thing was nearly fully open, but it looked like it got stuck near the top. I heard something inside, but all I saw was darkness. Hello? The lights high above flickered on, illuminating the dome room. I continued to stare up at them until they were all on and I was forced to shield my eyes.

The lights getting brighter and brighter. I don't like when they're that bright either. Dad? He was sitting at a small metal table in the center of the large dome room. Hey there, Mike. In front of him on the table was a record player and a walkie-talkie. What is this? What's going on?

They want you back. Who? The researchers. Why? Because they need me. They need you? That's right. They know you're special.

They need you. to get to me. Why? Because I befriended it. I know it. I understand it. It trusts me. What is...

I spun around as he the large bay door closing. What the... When I turned back to Dad, he was gone. No! Dad! Dad! The lights began to flicker and turn off one by one. No!

Dad! Dad? The room continued to get darker and darker. I snatched the radio from the table. Dad? Dad! We have to jump. What the hell?

Is that Amber and me? Ready? Yes! Hello? Dad? Amber? Is someone there? Anyone?

Nothing. Last lights went out and I was shrouded in complete darkness. I grew up the radio tightly to my chest. I felt a heavy breathing. heavy breathing on my neck. I slowly, cautiously turned around, but it turned out it wasn't breath. It was fire before me, a forest fully engulfed. Amber, I couldn't see her, but I heard her shout in terror.

Amber! Then I saw it. Up in the distance. The carc going over the cliff, falling into the flames below. flames below her tumbling with her. Another nightmare because why not? This time I saw dad in person and Amber. I saw her fall into the flames again just thinking about it hurt or is that pain coming from the fact that I saw dad this time. Did he say to me they need me to get to him. Another wave of sadness washed over me. All this bullshit playing into my mind and I didn't think of

the most important thing right now. Where the hell was I? I sat up on a light beige couch. It wasn't my couch. I wasn't in my home. This living room was larger, nicer. A flat screen TV hung on the wall opposite over a fireplace. Cluttered bookshelves lined the left side. To my right, was a kitchen bar and long dining table. Whose house was this? I tried to remember what happened to me. The hotel. That's right, a man attacked me.

Oh, shit. I felt my pockets, but they were empty. Someone took me, but where? I felt a panic attack coming on. Calm yourself, Mike. I slowly got to my feet, but I felt unstable. It was dizzy. Was this because of the alcohol?

The empty stomach? Like the lack of good sleep or the fucking rag over my face? Or hell, a combination of all. Jesus, I needed to figure out... Hey, what? Whoa. I wobbled a bit. Maybe you shouldn't get up yet.

It was the detective. Dunbar. He rushed over as I swayed. You grabbed my arm. No! I pulled away. Mike? Get away from me.

It's not what you think. You drug me? No. You attack me? I... I saved you. Saved me? That's right.

Now, why don't you sit down and relax? You've been out for a while. What's a while? He checked his watch. About five hours now. What? Hey, at least it wasn't as long as your friend. What are you talking about?

Clark. Shit. I had to sit as more realizations hit me. I was attacked, but not by Dunbar. Detective Dunbar went over to a bookshelf and grabbed something. You might have conked out a lot longer if the guy managed to get this into you. He was holding the syringe.

Is that the same stuff that was in the dart that... I don't know. I don't. I can only speculate. But he was going to inject me. It sure as hell looked like it. He placed the syringe down on the coffee table. Where am I?

This is my home. Why? Because that's where I brought you. Why were you at the hotel? I was watching you. Again? He shrugged. When?

on and off since we last talked. Seriously? I was on your street, Mike. I saw you parked far away and take a longer backway into your home, sneaking through a neighbor's yard. Son of a bitch. I waited a long time.

You didn't want anyone to see you enter your home. Why? I stood back up. This time my legs weren't as shaky. You got it all wrong, Detective Dunbar. Felix. Got it all wrong. Felix.

You didn't sneak around the back of you. of your home. I looked away, trying to figure out how much I should say. Were you maybe trying to spy on your landlord? I know you couldn't find... He snuck around my house because I wanted to see. See what? See if Mr. Williams was home and just ignoring me. See if anyone was following me. Was anyone following you? Huh, other than me, I mean, I didn't see anyone on the street. That's because there were people already inside my house. What? There are people inside my home, or at least there were last night. I didn't see anyone.

Because they didn't want to be seen. I didn't trust this guy, but at this point, I kind of didn't care. I didn't go into my home. Then where were you for nearly two hours? Watching. Watching your home? That's right. From the woods I saw them inside Mr. Williams' place and mine.

They were waiting for me, like Clark. Did you recognize them? One of them. Another coworker? My psychiatrist. Your psychiatrist? Yeah. My psychiatrist who operated out of Juno, yet here he was in my home waiting for me to return.

To inject you? Probably. And do what? Well, if a friend of mine is correct, to take me. To take you? To take you where? Jerry said the forest. What forest?

Forest in Wyoming. Wyoming? That's right. Wait. Who the hell is Jerry? So what do you think? I think? I think if he thinks too long about things he may just flee.

That won't help him. I know. I told him that. You don't think he'll meet up? I think he might. He's an inquisitive guy, right? But if you expect him to help, I think he might be sorely disappointed. But he saw more from his past. That's what you said. H hurting the creature? Seems like it worked. Oh, it worked. I felt it too.

I was pacing in front of the central restrooms of the RV park. It wasn't wise, but sometimes I had to get out of my confined spaces. Just like in Mountain Point. Just like my apartment east of here. But it didn't mean I wasn't constantly on edge. I'd already made one mistake, falling asleep on the boat. I couldn't make another. I just don't get it.

You said Mike had a out-of-body experience where he saw himself in the tower talking to Amber, right? Why wouldn't Mike want to help? I read most of his transcripts. I saw what he said to Amber. I know how they were. I understand what you mean. Not only that, the guy's a writer. Of course, he's going to want to know why things are happening,

and he's going to want to know how they impact him and how they'll play out. I hope you're right, but I'm telling you, don't get your hopes up. We don't know where Caldway is, and Taverson is still MIA. And lately most of my time has been devoted to finding myself. Which means you can stall. For a time, but eventually Spencer will look into me. You think? I feel it now.

The way he smiles at me, I feel like he's hiding things. Like I'm not getting all the information. Really? Control is tighter here. It's why I may not be able to do these calls for a while. No one topside? Not for a while. Not alone.

How are you able to right now? We're allowed time to contact family right now. Because of the new restrictions? They're going into effect immediately. Oh. Then how will I contact you? If he comes here, I'm assuming you'll want to try again. Yeah?

Oh yeah. It seems like it has the potential to accelerate. That was good thinking on your part. You know I hate waiting. Yes. Well, I hated hurting him, but I... I think it means... I think it means he's tapped in.

Like I once was? Not quite, no. Seriously? You mean like Taverson? I mean like the lower-level subjects. So you really think he'll be able to help? Whatever he can remember has the ability to help. But if he's special, then he may be our only lifeline now.

Did you give him something new? No. I gave him something old. Very old. If you think he's so important, then how can you go radio silent on me? I have to. You lose me, what chance do you have? Miles had many goals.

One was to find Caldway, the old doctor he used to work under. But the other, more important goal, was for him to free the creature and destroy the lab. He said he had a nightmare of the future. He told me that, a year ago, when we first met, Or should I say first met again? Fine. But what if something happens? Like what?

Anything. Mike shows up, Iris captures him, they locate me. Email. Stick with email for now. Fine. And what if Mike doesn't show? Should I go back? No.

No, you can't. I told you. We find another way. You said you felt something when I hurt the creature. Maybe that's the key. Maybe that has the potential to unlock something within you. So if we needed to, could you hurt it again? Do you want to chance it?

Yes, as much as it pains me to hear its cries, I'll do it. Okay. But Jerry. Yeah? If something does happen to me, you have to keep going. Somehow, some way. Nothing good will come from this. I don't plan on stopping.

You don't know how worried I was when I heard you've been made. I know. Okay. But I gotta tell you, I... I'm serious when I say I'm not a fan of all this waiting. Yeah, but you're used to it, like me. Sure. If and when Mike shows, you let me know.

I'll do what I have for. to here. Okay. I have to go now. Stay on a swivel, Jerry. Once they find out about this Morrison, they'll be relentless. Trust me. With that, he hung up. My anxiety was running high. I hated it. I hated the not knowing what was to come. And if something happened to Miles and Mike didn't want to help, what else could I do other than just go to the police? Would anyone believe me? Not in Wyoming. They all probably bought and paid to ignore. Before I went inside, I had a quick look around.

There were a few people outside of the far end talking and an RV backing into a new spot on the other side. But nothing too suspicious. Still, I needed to be careful. I went to the fridge, grabbed the beer. I grabbed my tablet off the counter and took it over to the couch. Any time I needed to pick me up, I watched my video. It was the perfect way to get motivated.

It was the only way to see or really know what they took from me. Why all of this was important. Want some more coffee? Uh, just a little. That's good, thank you. Dear? No, I'm fine, Kels. Thanks. Kelsey, Felix's wife, was being very accommodating, but she wasn't fooling me.

She obviously didn't want me here. I could see it in her eyes. Dinner will be ready soon. Okay. Thanks, dear. As she went back to the kitchen, I rubbed the side of my head. I'd only eaten some toast with jam that Kelsey provided after I mentioned my lack of eating recently. Declined their offer to stay for dinner.

Still got a headache? Yeah, but it's not as bad now. Listen, I'm sorry to keep bombarding you with questions, but I'm curious, you know? His eyes went from me to the syringe on the coffee table. so am I. The problem is I don't have any answers for you. I don't know if that's true. You told me about this. Jerry Campbell? He looked down at his notes. He brought out a notebook earlier as we talked. I'd given him pretty much everything I knew, not necessarily because I trusted him,

but because I just wanted this to be over with. I, uh, looked into Iris, but there isn't much. I know, you told me. I also talked to your boss again. Pete? Yeah. About Iris? Yeah. After you mentioned it?

I was curious. Problem is... He looked to the kitchen. I'm not supposed to be looking into this anymore, which frustrates me. That you were taken off the case? Yes. I'm a bit stubborn, and I like answers. So when I don't get them, I have trouble letting go.

Huh. Have something to add, dear? She stepped out from behind the fridge. Trouble letting go? Am I wrong? No, but that's putting it mildly. She rolled her eyes and disappeared back into the kitchen. That might be something we share in common.

That's why you were going around asking questions yesterday? Yeah, and today. I know. Right, you were following me. Keeping an eye, yes. And it's a good thing I was. I noticed that guy following you and the moment he entered the hotel, I figured it was time to intervene.

Well, I appreciate it. I know you're interested in figuring more out, but I really really... can't help you there. Jerry told me I was living a lie and I believe that now. That's why I went around and started asking questions, but no one knows anything. At least that's what they say. But you also mentioned... You look down at his notes again. Flashes of possible past memories. That's right. Well, I told you, I don't have a lot of info on this iris, and I'm sure you know their website

is pretty bare bones. Sure. But I found out they have a manufacturing facility down in Texas. I was able to reach out to an old friend down there. He works narcotics. After a little friendly banter and coaxing, I was able to get a few things out of him. But Iris? Yeah, he mentioned that the name popped up here and there. In cases?

He couldn't say, but Iris used to deal in pharmaceuticals. I know. Their website mentioned it. Now they're all about innovation. Right. They dropped pharmaceutical development for a time. They ended up having money problems, but got some federal assistance. I guess in exchange for helping in government-funded projects.

I thought you didn't get much info on Iris. Well, that's pretty much it. The thing I found interesting is my friend said they started back up with pharmaceutical research again, recently. What's recently? Not sure. They've been around a while. That's all I really know. Well, they need to update their website then. Yeah. So you think it's like an FDA thing?

He shrugged. I think there's a private sector, but I'm not sure. I have no idea how much in federal funding they get, and my friend doesn't know anything about the industry user fees, so who knows what they do. So back to square one. Not exactly. Iris helped you with your job here, right?

That's what I heard. From Pete? Yeah. But you never worked for them, right? No, but Jerry said they were watching me. Right. Right. So you never worked for them. You're not part of WITSEC. The feds get involved, and you mention memory issues and flashes. Now, bear with me, but I think you were drugged, studied, and are now wanted.

Maybe that sounds insane. My wife seems to think I'm a bit of a conspiracy nut, but maybe... You are! We both looked at a kitchen where Kelsey was leaning over an open drawer. I know, honey. I know I am. Felix, can we talk for a minute? She looked at me. You mind? Oh, uh, no.

Think about what I just said. I'll be right back. Um, where's the bathroom? Down the hall, to the right. Thanks. Hey, uh, you're not going to take off or anything, are you? No. At least not yet. I wanted to take off. My job, a lie, and people waiting in my house, and me being constantly attacked.

How the hell could I stay? I splash in water on my face. Buy a plane ticket, Mike. Forget about all this and forget about Jerry and all he said. Does the why really matter? Just hop on a plane and go to the East Coast. Disappear in a small town. Although I already tried that once, maybe they would find me,

watch me again and wait to strike. But I always have to be looking over my shoulder. Yeah, Will. What do you expect? Moved here because of you doing stuff like this. I stopped when I entered the living room because I could hear them still talking. Part of me didn't want to interrupt. The other part was interested in what they were saying.

That's bull. We moved here because of your friends and family, Kels. I had to transfer. I suggested here, but I didn't want to move. I understand, but... Don't... Botch this, Felix. Botch this?

Yeah, because the FBI are involved again. For a third time. What third time? Twice. Just twice. You told me today. Yes, but that's a whole separate thing from the island. Maybe so.

It doesn't involve me. That was never my case. You want to bring up Texas? Fine. I'll own that. I'll even own what's happening right now with Archer. But at least you see in here what I'm seeing in hearing. But I know you.

You'll try to connect dots that may not be there. No. Plus, I know you'll be involved now. You knocked a guy out for Christ's sakes! He never saw me, and I made an anonymous call afterwards. Oh, my God. So I'm just supposed to ignore this? Yes, Felix.

The chief pulled you off. I say you drop it. And what if something happens to this guy? Do you really think it will? It already has. I mean now. If you brought it to the chief, I don't know. But don't you think everything we've been talking about is fishy?

I don't know. Bull, Kels. I know you've been listening. Not the whole time. I've been getting dinner ready. Yeah, okay. I slowly made my way to the other side of the room. You know what? So what if I've been listening, Felix? Does that change what I say? Does that change the fact that the chief took you off the case?

Does it change the fact that you could get in real trouble with him just being here? I saved him. Then why won't you tell the chief? What? Why won't you bring him to the department rather than to our house, huh? Because you're looking into something you're not supposed to. And you know you'll be in hot water. That's why.

Sure, but... I don't want to move again. I took another step and was now in the... their eyesight. They quickly hushed themselves and turned to me. I'm sorry. Kels. But she ignored him and continued looking at me, her eyes softening. I'm sorry for whatever you may have heard. And I'm sorry for whatever it is you're going through,

but I have to worry for my husband and his job in our home. This isn't my husband's job to solve. Kels. If you're in real danger, then you're in real danger. need to go to the police department and tell them that yourself. Kelsey. Talk to the chief. Please. Leave my husband out of it. I never planned to bring him into it. He's right, Kelsey. He didn't. This was my doing. Fine. Fine. But stop. Please. Kelsey. No. She's right. I thought about my awkward talk with Becky, about my fight with Lacey.

I don't know what's going on. I appreciate the help, but I think I'm just going to purchase a plane ticket and get the hell out of here. Is that so? Yeah, I, I think I'm going to leave. To meet with us, Jerry Campbell? No, no, I don't think I will. I think I'm just going to go. Where? I'm not sure. Maybe I can... Felix. You don't have to do anything. What about your place, your stuff? You're going to leave it all? I mean, I'd like to get some of my things, notebooks, files, hard drives. Let me do that. What? What are you talking about? Let me at least do that for him. Mike, I'll escort you to your house.

You grab whatever you need. I'll even take you to the airport if you want to leave right now. What? Then I'll be done with it, Kels. But... If something happens to him here, I'll feel the same level of guilt I did back in Texas. Okay? Please, Kelsey.

Please. Fine. I'll be back shortly for dinner. Yeah. She stormed out of the kitchen and down the hall. You sure about this? Yeah, I am. Five minutes later and we were in his car.

He'd given back my phone, wallet, and keys, all of which he took out of my pockets when he laid me on the couch. Now I just needed to get anything else of importance out of my home before I could leave this damn town. I hope this doesn't come off as ungrateful, but I have to be honest. Go ahead. I can't say I completely trust you even now. Why do you say that? Well, I found out my whole life here is a lie, and because so... So many people were in on it, who's to say you weren't too?

Yet you let me drive you to your home. Yeah. Why? Because if I leave here without any of my outlines and worked, then everything here was also a complete waste of time. But with what you're going through, is it really that important? To me, it is. As I set the table for our super late dinner, my mind continued to race. I couldn't believe we were in this kind of situation again.

I couldn't believe you let's get rid of a real. belief, Felix would risk it. I didn't want to have to uproot our lives again. I know he just wanted to do right, but sometimes I wished he'd thought of me and our family first. A slight bump had finally formed. It wasn't like before. It was easier to move and go. And a possible layoff became just a harsh scolding and slap on the wrist. He was still able to do what he loved. For a decade, I set our paper for two, but soon he would be three. And when it was, he would have to stop this nonsense. I hoped everything would work out. He still had time to talk to the chief. And before he left with that weird man, he said he would tell

the chief, first thing tomorrow morning, was still worried for him. And my word. worry worsened when I saw the silverware I'd set out for us on the counter. Two spoons. Two forks, but only one knife. I never let go of my tight grip of the knife. It was hidden just under my right leg. Neither Felix nor his wife saw me snatched from the kitchen counter. I thought about taking the syringe, but Felix had stored it in a cabinet drawer in the living room,

so I went with the knife instead. You know, I'm also just curious. About? About what the people in my home will say when you show up. I'm curious about that as well. But you don't believe they're there. I didn't say that. I can read your face.

Your reading capabilities may need a little work. There's something you should know about me. It doesn't take much for me to believe. I go off a feeling. But because of that, some people consider me a conspiracy theorist. Are you, though? To what extent? Do I believe in a flat earth?

No. Do I believe in chem trails? No. Do I believe there are a few select elites that dictate societal views and regulations? Trying to figure out ways to control the populace and stay in power? Huh. You bet your ass I do. Been a cop a long time. I've seen a lot of shit. I know what people are capable of. I also know when power is involved, it has the power to corrupt.

Who's that? His phone went off. You grabbed it from the center console and checked. My wife. Oh. Mike. Yeah? I will need that knife back eventually. It's part of a set. I couldn't say I was surprised.

I did lift it straight from the counter. Listen, it's fine. I can't imagine what you're going through. You can't. People in power manipulating me? We drove in silence and met it along Third Avenue until I felt I needed to know something. Can I ask a question?

I revealed the knife, pulling it and placing it in my lap. I could see him watching from the corner of his eye as he drove. Go ahead. Your wife mentioned an old case of yours. You got to involve before? Like here, I was taken off, but kept investigating. Why? Because I wasn't satisfied.

With the case? With not solving it. Did it ever get solved? Someone else took over. It was a jurisdiction thither. A bullshit jurisdiction thing, though. Feds? Not at first. Different county, different department. It stayed unresolved, and that was that.

This was in Texas? Yeah. That's where I'm from. That's how you have a contact down there? Right. It seemed like he didn't really want to talk about it, but I wasn't done. But the FBI did eventually get involved? I didn't let it go and kept keeping an eye on things. Yeah, the feds got involved, and then it all kind of... kind of just dissipated.

How do you mean? It got lost in the shuffle. Never getting solved? Right. Half a year later, Bayer finds out I'm still out there doing work. We fight. Things get pretty heated. It gets brought up before the chief.

And, well, I get reassigned. To Alaska? They wanted to keep things as much under wraps as they could. So I get a slap on the wrist, told I'm getting reassigned. No more homicide department, at least, not in Texas. But they give me a week to decide where. Give me a list. So you chose Alaska?

Kelsey has some family up here. Why didn't you just let it go? Because it didn't feel right. Just like in your case. Look what you're going through right now. If everything you tell me is true, then why would they pull me and my partner off? I've learned that when things seem fishy, it's for a good reason. Trust your gut?

Always. So, just a good guy. I didn't say that. I just like to have answers. Real answers. It's hard for me to live without them. Shit, that rang true for me too. A minute later, and we pulled up to the four-way stop.

Park here. Here? Yeah. Aren't you coming with me? No. I'm staying back. But you need to get your stuff, right? I figured you'd hang back by the street.

I'd rather not. I won't let anything happen to you. I plan to just knock and... Knock? to see if anyone comes to the door. I have a key. Yes, but I want to see if anyone comes to the door first. And if they don't?

Then I'll go inside. If I have your permission. You do. I'll go inside and scope it out and make sure it's safe for you to enter. I removed my house key from the key ring and handed it to them. I'll make sure it's clear. Uh, before I go, can I just ask a question of my own? Sure.

This guy, Jerry, seemed to be right about a lot. Is that a question? No, my question is this. You really don't want to find out more? I know you don't trust a lot of people. Emotion to the knife in my lap. Which I totally understand. But from what you've told me about Jerry...

I know. To me, it just seems like things will get worse without answers. It may all seem conspiratorial, but obviously people are after you, and I believe they've really messed with your mind. I would never be able to let that go. But again, that's just me. You believe it'll get worse?

He looked to my home and back to me. Mike, if something happens, if it isn't safe, run. Leave your stuff. Don't wait for me. And don't go to my house. Just leave, okay? Okay. He gave a quick nod and shut the door.

Didn't even get to answer his question. But it did make me think. He was right. of about nothing more than it just getting worse. The flashes, the headaches, the deja vu, the hurt. I watched Felix walk up to my home. My heart was beating rapidly now. I looked around the neighborhood.

It was quiet. No weed whacker, no kids, no dog walkers. The street completely empty and dark. Damn it. I decided to get out and get a closer look. I crossed the street and slowly crept towards my home. Felix knocked on the door. I don't think he saw me get out of his car.

I made my way to the row of hedges in the neighbor's yard. I stood behind them and watched him knock a few more times. He waited a moment and looked to the car and shrugged. He thought I was still there. I guess he assumed no one planned to show, so he pulled my key from his pocket. He was just about to put it into the lock when the door opened. Holy shit!

Felix said a few things, but I couldn't hear, and I couldn't see the person inside. They chatted for a bit, and at one point he even smiled. He stepped inside, and the door closed behind him. I'd be fucking kidding me. I snuck up to the house and looked into the nearest window. I could see into my dining area. The lights now on, where Felix was smiling and laughing as he talked to two men.

I didn't recognize the men, but it seemed he did. This was bullshit. He was being all buddy-buddy with some guys in my house. These cops are just some locals. How could he just talk to them like this? Was he going to say anything about me? Was he in on it? Would he tell them I was out here waiting?

I looked around quickly, nervously, to see if anyone else was around. But no, the street was still quiet. I turned my attention back to the window. No, fuming. This son of a bitch wasn't a good guy. This asshole was... But then I saw the other man descending the stairs behind Felix. The man was moving slowly, quietly.

man was Dr. Romero. Oh no. Felix was in trouble. I looked around again. I didn't know what to do. I only had a knife, but I had to do something. Thinking fast, I raised both hands and hit the window as hard as I could. Felix, watch out!

Everyone froze in that moment, even Dr. Romero, which gave Felix just enough time to recognize the urgency and spin around. He slugged Romero before the other two men tackled him to the ground. Mike, run! He's not dying. Shit! One of the men shouted as I heard the back door open. Another guy? How many assholes were here?

I saw the man turn the corner. He was clean, shaven, tall, and holding a gun. I didn't have time to do anything but turn and run. Flew around the hedges and into the neighbor's backyard and an attempt to lose him. I ran through the backyard around a trampoline in a small child's playhouse. I pushed through the back gate.

I looked behind to see the man not far behind. He raised the weapon. Oh, shit. It was another dart gun The dart stuck into the wood fence Close right by my head I went through another backyard Passed two dogs napping on the back porch

They weren't napping now Luckily they weren't chasing either I made it to another gate And yanked the latch up It was now between the backyards Of the houses and the woodland I looked back again He burst out of the backyard

reloading his gun As I ran up an incline I could see another man running through the backyard. It was a man with the flat nose, the man at the hotel. Shit. How would I lose them? Fuck it! Instead of running onto any more property, I cut right and went into the woods.

As I ran through the woods, I started to get flashes. Jesus! Dark clouds loomed overhead and I was scared, searching the woods with my flashlight. Whoever's out there! I just want you to know I'm armed. want you to know I'm armed. I slid to a stop, shook my head to focus, and then looked around.

I could hear the closest man approaching, but I couldn't see him. I jumped behind a tree and waited. Another flash. I was still in the woods, but different woods, a different area, and it wasn't raining. Just come out. I'll leave him with my gun away. I was having another out-of-body experience. I was hiding behind a tree as a man searched for me.

This happened before? being chased and tracked down? My eyes trying to stop myself from seeing anything more than what was happening here now. Mike? Oh shit. It was Dr. Romero. He was in the woods too, searching. I could hear the men walking around looking for me.

Peaked out from behind the tree. I didn't see them. Still, I waited. Come out. We can explain everything. If that were true, why did they need to tranquilize me? and confused. Let us explain. No.

There was only one person that I wanted to explain things. Felix was right and now without his help it was time for me to leave. I felt bad but he told me to go. Hopelessness filled me. So much for getting my work

or anything else. I had to leave it all. I had to leave my life here behind if I wanted answers. And I did want answers. I waited a good friend. five minutes until I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore. And I snuck away. Even though the Ketchikan International Airport was not far from the hotel I was staying at, I didn't go back to my room. Odds are

people were waiting for me there too. I waited for a couple cars to pass before crossing the highway to the airport ferry. The KTN was on the other side of the channel. I knew this was probably dumb, but I had to know for sure. And it didn't take long before I got my answer. Walking through the parking lot I noticed the blue SUV and the red truck. Jerry was right about this too. I couldn't fly. I made my way around some parked cars and there by the ferry entrance. Amen. One sitting on a bench on his phone and the other smoking and facing the channel. I wasn't positive they were after me, but after my run through backyards in the woods, I didn't want to chance anything else. How could I get out of here? How could I get out of Ketchkin? How could I get out of Ketchkin? How could

I leave. Mike, what's going on now? I was back at the bar where all this mysterious bullshit started. You said your cousin has a boat? Thanks. It's probably going to be a little big on you. That's okay. Appreciate it. It was cold tonight and I literally only had the clothes on my back, along with my wallet, keys, phone, and knife. My knife, I gripped tightly anytime Garrett got close.

If you're still cold, I can get you a blanket. No, I'm okay. Lacey's cousin Garrett was a big dude with chubby cheeks and wide nose. As much as I didn't trust anyone, I had to admit that not everyone was out to get me. Lacey had come around and been super helpful, especially now. And Detective Dunbar, Felix. Well, he sacrificed himself. Thinking about him getting tackled to the ground and shouting gave me a sinking feeling of my gut.

What would happen to him? Hey, just to let you know, we gotta take the long way. There's been a lot of activity over here lately, so I'm gonna go around the Annette and Duke Islands. Okay. We'll still make good time. You get to the open water, and I can really book it. Appreciate it. Garrett was spinning the wheel as he talked.

I couldn't see Ketchikan or Mountain Point anymore. I think but dark water to the right and rising land and trees to the left. I pulled out my phone, but I wasn't sure why. It was dead. Garrett said he had a charter though. He just had to find it. Not that it mattered much. He said service would be out for most of our trip.

Luckily, I messaged Jerry just before I left saying I was on my way. He only sent a one word response. Good. I still wasn't entirely sure about Jerry, but I had come around. If I was going to get any real information, it was from him. I think Felix realized that before I even did. Or at least before I wanted to truly admit it. Hey, I want to thank you again. I know this isn't convenient.

It's okay. I've been meaning to make a trip anyway. Just didn't expect to jump to it right before getting ready for bed. But Lace said she needed a big favor, so here I am. I know the guy wanted to ask a lot more questions, but refrained. He knew that I was trying to avoid people, and I think that was the real reason why he was taking the long way around the islands. Hey, I just want to be honest with you, though. If the authorities do approach us, I have to stop. I understand, but, uh, I'm not on the lamb.

No? No. You're running away from something, though. Anyone who needs an emergency boat out of mountain point at this time of night's got to be. You're right about that. You owe some people money? No. He took the hint that I wasn't interested in talking and nodded.

Well, get comfortable. It's a long, boring trip ahead of us. I had trouble sleeping. It was nearly five in the morning, and I was still staring up at the sky. cloudless sky allowing me to see the thousands of stars above. It reminded me of the few camping trips with that. He would point out certain constellations and talk about the planets. I think he really likes space, but I really couldn't remember all that much.

I hadn't thought about him in a while. Definitely not in this context. But my dream changed that. I was trying not to think about it or the last couple of days. All it did was bring sadness, and even at times annoyance. If my life here was a lie, what about before this? My work, my relationships, my family, mom and dad?

Maybe all of it. I started feeling the panic rising within me. While I was willing to meet with Jerry again, I couldn't lie to myself. If he didn't supply me with the answers I needed. If he couldn't show me what this was all about, I would leave. Although, truth be told, nothing would really change unless it actually clicked with me. I knew that. My inquisitive nature and need to help always prolong any real changes.

I quickly went back to focusing on the night sky, and that's when I noticed a shooting star. Not really a star, Dad would say, a meteor, most of which would burn up in the Earth's atmosphere. Still, I made a wish for all this to be over soon. I walk slowly through the park. It's Jerry once I got signal and he gave me the name of a park where we would meet. It wasn't far from the docks. I looked around. There were about eight people in my eyesight, two of which were jogging along the main sidewalk.

A group of women came from behind some bushes pushing strollers and chatting away. It was nearly dark. The sun was disappearing over the horizon. To think, I lost a full day on that boat. I looked towards the road. A young kid was skateboarding near the parking lot and two people sat in the open field playing with their chocolate lab.

I was suspicious of everyone, obviously. But part of me knew it was ridiculous. Not everyone in Alaska was a piece of shit. Garrett turned out to be an okay guy, a little nosy, but that was to be expected. I got a message. Jerry was near the back. He could see me. He said water fountains.

I saw them to the last. left of the sidewalk straight ahead. I reached them and looked around. Where the hell was he? I started getting nervous. Maybe he... Mike. I spun around. He was standing between two bushes.

He looked rough. His hair disheveled, bags into his eyes, and his arm in a sling. Hey, I... Shh. You grab the phone out of my hand. Hey! He snapped it in half.

The screen splintered and bits of plastic fell to the ground. What the hell? No chances. Come on. What happened to you? But he didn't answer. I just kept walking. Hold on, hold on.

No, Mike. We can't risk it. They could have followed you here. I took a boat. And? Seriously. They could be tracking your phone. We need to go.

No, no, no. I want answers. And you'll get them. At least all that I can offer. But right now, we need to leave. But... Mike, you're here because you trust me. Right?

I didn't say that. Well, you trust me enough to meet. That doesn't mean I'm not still skeptical. I contemplated just leaving all this behind and living out my days somewhere far away. Sure, but you didn't. And you know why? Seriously? Was he going to tell me why I was here?

Because you need answers. I looked away a moment trying to control my anger. Right? I also just want all this to end. You know what, Mike? So do I. Welcome to my new home. This is where you live?

For now. Before we left the park, Jerry padded me down. He ended up letting me keep the knife. I guess, like Felix, it was a sign of showing trust. We then took a cab to an RV park just outside Bellingham. Thirsty? I'm okay, thanks. Sure you don't want a beer?

Hell no. I was done with alcohol for a little while. maybe it helped quell some of my thoughts and nightmares, but it also made me sick since I hadn't been eating much lately. Sit, make yourself at home. We have a little time to catch up and get more acquainted. We do? Yeah, my contact said he's going to try to be ready tonight,

but it's not a for sure thing. He'll message me and confirm soon. Ready for what? For something we need to do again. Which is? jog your memory how about instead of planning for any kind of new experiments you just tell me what all is going on

this is different than the bar i believe for the most part i believe you okay i know that's what you wanted to hear i know this is difficult mike it was until i found out everything happening around me wasn't coincidental when i found out so many people around me were lying to me when I can't stop seeing things, stupid images and flashes.

Images? Yeah, I told you. Right. You said you had some kind of out-of-body experience, right? Yeah. Recently? Yes. But you saw things Friday night, too.

What? Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. Why do you keep asking about that night? You're not taking any medication anymore, right? No, you told me I shouldn't. And after I found everyone lying. to me, stalking me, hell, even my therapist.

He was stalking you? The asshole was supposed to be in Juneau. He ends up in my house waiting for me with three other guys. They probably killed the cop. What cop? A lot has happened in the last few days. I know. Do you?

Because you gave me a number and then completely ignored me when I tried reaching out. How could you leave me with that information and then just vanish? Mike, you weren't the only one stalked. They came after me too. I barely made it out. Although, it's my own damn fault. I let my guard down. I'm smarter than that.

You were attacked? I was shot. He motioned to his arm, so that's what happened. But I took care of it. I'm sorry you had to wait on me. But at least you're here now and we're both safe. Can you tell me what's going on? Why did you mention Friday night?

We tried something. Something to jog your memory. I looked down to the floor trying to remember that night. It didn't take long before I thought of Lacey on top of me, then running away from me. Oh, that. You said you had visions. That was a bad night. Jerry leaned forward, seemingly intrigued.

Is that right? What made it bad? What did you see? A lot, I told you. He made a slight movement with his good hand as if to say, go on. Uh, fires, me driving some small vehicle through the woods, helicopters, a lake, a bear, a canyon, amber. Did you feel anything? Feel anything?

Yeah. Like what? Emotions. Sadness. He nodded, understandingly. Listen, I know that was the moment I should have believed you. You mentioned the woods in tower and fire and amber. It's okay, Mike.

No need for regret. I'm already riddled with it. Why? Because part of me thinks I should have stayed to talk with you after that night. I just wasn't sure if it was safe or even that my contact would be able to do it. What did he do? An experiment to open your mind. You kept seeing things even after that night.

Yeah, I had a flash when wrestling with my co-worker Clark later that same night when he attacked me. What did you see? More of the same? A server room? I was wrestling with some guy there. Look like a security guard. He had a badge. His name was... I closed my eyes trying to concentrate. Rowan. Yeah, Rowan. I think.

You know him? No, never heard the name. I had another vision of Amber. I was talking to her over the radio. It happened when I was ordering a damn coffee. Then I had another flash of running away from some guy in the woods. He was calling out to me. I actually saw myself hiding behind a tree.

See? He stood abruptly. I had a feeling. An instinct, really. Who knows why, but it seems like it worked. What do you mean? Getting off the medication was good. And obviously, we knew we'd have to wait.

But pain. Not that he doubted me. Oh, your contact? Yeah. Love the rambling, but can you please tell me how some guy I don't know is fucking with my brain? Because that's what's happening, right? That's what you're essentially saying? He smiled and set his beer down.

He then went into the kitchen. This time, I'm going to be here. and while this shit affects both of us You see visions too? No But I feel things Instinct

And anger and sadness and pain He sat across from me again But this time he was holding a tablet If my contact can do it again He said I should record you And you should say Out loud Whatever you're seeing

What? It won't be easy But you'll have to have to try. What is it that he's doing? He set the tablet down on the table between us. Mike, I will tell you everything I know, but I'm going to admit to you. I don't know much.

That's convenient? No, it's really not. To keep things from getting too convoluted, I'll just say this. There's a company operating out of a Wyoming forest, Iris. They have been experimenting with subjects for some time now, working on some kind of biological serum that can mess with a person's mind. A serum? More or less.

For years, they've experimented on certain groups of people. All below ground, all below the forest. That's where my contact is. As a subject? As an employee. They came to me for help. but I guess I failed. They, uh,

wiped my mind. They wiped your mind? That's right. How? They have their ways. They haven't finished their studies. They haven't perfected. But they have trials that for the most part work.

But what do you mean? They wiped your mind from remembering something? They wiped it from remembering anything. You don't remember anything? Like what? Your life, your childhood, your... Nothing. No memories, none.

Well, that didn't happen to me. I remember shit. But do you remember the correct shit? So they just wiped part of my mind? Because I remember my childhood. I remember my relationships. I remember my family and jobs. Yes.

You're different, Mike. They were able to control it. In the sense that they were able to erase your time in those woods as a lookout. More importantly, as a subject, they took away your time spent at Tower 4. Because I was a subject? Yes, and your time there was a new trial to study. Just be happy that they had perfected it as much as they could at the time. What does that mean?

This testing has been going on a long time, and it can have very unfavorable. outcomes. Like having your memory completely wiped? Among other side effects. Most notably, physical deformities. So you just need me to remember what happened to me in these woods

and you have a way, or sorry, your contact has a way to jostle what's in my mind that I can't remember right now? More or less. That was the second time he'd said that. This is some crazy sci-fi bullshit. No? It's real, Mike.

And I think if he's able to pull through, you may be able to see even more. Since, you know, you've already started to see and experience things. At least, that's the hope. You didn't answer my question from earlier. What is it that your contact is doing? There's something in those woods, in the facility that they are studying. It's a living, breathing organism from where, which they are able to extract from.

Extract what? This so-called serum? The main component, yes. And because what they extract is then used on their subjects, which includes you and me, it means there's a, for lack of a better term, biological bond shared, a connection. And when the organism is experimented on, it can help accelerate that connection. This was not easy to take in. It sounds ridiculous, but it's true.

And some subjects are able to see and experience even more than one would presume. I was not one of those subjects. But I am? You might be. My contact very much hope so. And that's why I have to record you saying everything you see. when it happens again. Will it?

Just then, Jerry's phone went off. Yes. It will. In four hours. Four hours? Why don't you get some rest? You've been through a lot. And you may need your strength.

I tried to take a nap, but I knew it wasn't going to take. My anxiety was high, just like on the boat ride up here. I wanted a drink, but that would only make things worse. I still hadn't eaten much other than that toast at Felix's. even though Jerry offered a protein bar an hour ago. Time was passing slowly, but it was late now and only a matter of time before I'd be seeing shit and fighting off pain of what Jerry said was true. I thought back to that night with Lacey.

What a horrible night that was. Granted, this time I could brace myself. This time I'd know what to expect. I decided to finally give in and trust Jerry and everything he said, but there was something that still didn't sit right with me. Still can't sleep. No. I gave up trying. Makes sense. I know this is a lot.

I want to say something. Go ahead. Jerry had been moving around his RV home during our wait doing God knows what. I figured he was trying to keep himself busy. At one point I saw him cleaning a gun in the back. You seem to be on edge just as much as I was. I'm doing this thing tonight, but after that, what happens? It depends what kind of interesting.

information we can get. So it means I won't be done. No. I don't think you will. But I want to be. Mike. Listen, you need my help. Well, I'm here.

I'm helping. I'm going to let your friend tap into my subconscious or whatever, and I'm going to tell you everything I see. I will. But I want to leave afterwards. I want to be done with this. You say that now. I do.

Yes, but we don't know how tonight will play out. You could see a lot of. the same stuff you've already seen. You could see nothing. You could... I don't care. Mike, just wait. Wait to see what happens.

Then, decide. You might have a whole new outlook. I don't know about that. Please, just wait. Waiting sucks. I waited for you. That's fine for you. I don't like it.

I need action. I need to get out of here. I mean, it feels like you guys don't even know anything. I mean, I mean, nothing of substance. You're not even sure that tapping in or whatever is going to do anything. It's all hunches with you, no game plan. It's because there is no way to know.

Nothing is certain. Nothing other than you are the best hope we have right now. Because I can still remember shit? Don't take it for granted. I don't know. Part of me wishes I had my whole mind wiped too. No, you don't. He got up, walked past.

passed me and grabbed the tablet from the counter where he had put it back on a charger. What? Is it time? No. Sit down. I reluctantly took a seat and he sat next to me. I meant to show you this earlier. What are you doing? Recording me now? No. I told you it's not time. He pulled up a folder with a video file. He double-clicked it and handed it to me.

The image was that of what looked to be a motel bed. I looked over to Jerry. Just keep watching. I turned my attention back to the screen. A few seconds later, a man appeared in frame. It was Jerry. He sat on the edge of the bed, looked to the ground a moment, I guess collecting his thoughts. He then faced the camera, his eyes glazed as if he'd been crying.

Jerry, I'm here to record something for you in the hopes that it helps you in the near future. This isn't easy to say, but it's necessary. Because without this video, there's a possibility you'd be someone without purpose, without dreams and ambitions, without hope. You just be a shell of your normal self. He looked off screen, swallowed hard, before turning back to the camera. I'm making this video.

for you because there is a chance that you are about to forget everything you've ever known. This might sound ridiculous, but it's not. It's real. It's all real. This past year you were manipulated into taking a job as a fire lookout. You were stationed in Tower 4. There you were told to watch for fires and anything that seemed important. During their time, you saw more.

You experienced more. Things that happened didn't make sense. At first you thought you were having a mental breakdown, going stir crazy, but you weren't. No matter what the Ranger Jean Marlowe or Amber, the person in Tower 3 said. I felt a sudden jolt of pain, tightness in my chest at her mere mention. Not like a panic attack was about to come on, but as if it was, dare I say it, Heartbreak. From what I've gathered, Amber was not a part of the operation, but was there to keep you comfortable and talking.

She wasn't a part of Iris as a whole. Granted, all the information that I have right now could change over time. I can't say how I've come to gather this knowledge because it could put others at risk. Just believe that everything I say to you is true. You have heard me say the name Iris. Iris is a company that has been operating in the woods for some time now. They have a substance that they have been injecting into their subjects for testing. They are trying to find a way to manipulate people's minds,

not just to make them forget, but to control what they can forget. This is why you may not remember much. Because you offer to take a variation of said, serum after learning the dangers to possess. You took it on purpose? Keep watching. I turned my attention back to the screen. You offered to help someone, and in doing so, you're sacrificing a lot.

But you're okay with it, because if you forget your past, you're forgetting a lot of pain. And you're okay with that. A tear slid down the on-screen Jerry's face. You've been through, and you don't. I don't have a lot to fight for anymore. I looked over to Jerry who seemed to fidget with his fingers, mainly his ring finger, rubbing just below the knuckle. But because it's important to know why you helped and why I say you've had a lot of pain, I want to mention what it is you're leaving behind, just in case you ever want to revisit your past.

Let's start with the most important. The reason why you took that fire lookout job to begin with. There was someone in your life for many years. She was smart and beautiful and caring and you loved. Just then Jerry snatched the tablet from my hands. That's enough. He stopped the video and closed the player. His eyes looked watery. Obviously all the things that were about to be mentioned in the video

were going to make him emotional. Wait, wait, wait, that's it. There's more, but it's intermingled with my past. A lot of personal stuff, okay? But you took it on purpose? You knew you would forget? I didn't know I'd forget, but I knew it was a possibility. I did it in the hopes that I would see more.

It was a different, at the time, newer, substance. But it didn't work. No. Is that what's in me? In you, they injected something different, but not necessarily new. were. Still, they're getting close. It's why they were able to manipulate what you could remember. You didn't lose everything. But no car accident. Apparently you were in an accident, but it was not in California. It was in Wyoming. You were trying

to escape from iris men. I was told that you were on the highway, trying to leave with Amber. Again, that pain. But we didn't escape. No. And she died. Later, yes. That's what I was told. Well, why didn't you explain all this shit at the bar?

Because I couldn't do that. Sure, I would have loved to. But I had to ease into all of this. What am I supposed to do? Bring my tablet in and make you sit down and watch? You wouldn't have. It was probably right about that. Trust me, I hate what's happened to me.

I hate relying on someone who wants no part. I hate not remembering and not knowing what's to come. But most of all, I hate the waiting. But this is important, because not only will there be more people studied like you and me, Mike, but if Iris does perfect their serum, they'll use it. And if you think it'll be used for good, then I'm afraid you will be sorely disappointed. His speech was more than just some rambling. He believed it.

It made me think of Dunbar and his conspiracy theories. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say, but my lips parted nevertheless. But just before I was able to mutter a word, Jerry pulled his phone from his pocket. He's ready. My heart was racing again as I headed to the dome operating room. It was late. Most of the lab was empty, at least on this level. But I had to wait until this hour.

Jerry was with Mike and who knew when I'd get another chance. We were lucky Mike made it. Not only that, I was antsy with anticipation. Jerry said it worked, but I wanted to know how well. Was Mike a true seer? Jerry sat opposite me again and readied his tablet. Remember what I said. We'll probably only have a few minutes.

You have to try your hardest to say what you see when you see it. Okay. my hands were actually starting to sweat. Every vision, every image. I get it. But I'll be right here the whole time. That's reassuring. How will we know when it starts?

We'll know. You press record. We waited in silence for about five full and awkward minutes when I started to feel something. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it's getting stronger and stronger. I stared at the tablet as it continued to record. Absolutely nothing. but another 30 seconds passed and that's when I realized what the feeling was

pain I looked up to see Jerry facing down with his eyes closed as if he was meditating he was feeling it too the pain morphed into sadness and I knew the flashes were close this is exactly what happened at Lacey's house Mike if you're

seeing something say it I'm not but there was more pain, sadness, and... And... Oh, God. Something's happening. What?

I hear a radio. I hear some kind of radio interference and whispers. Are you seeing something or just hearing things? I see a helicopter in the distance. I see papers flying in the air. All around me. I'm running now. I'm running through the woods.

It's dark. People are chasing me. Crawling along the ground. It's about to rain. I'm on a ramp. A boulder is moving, sliding above me. Now I'm inside the tower, I think.

I'm high up. It's dark, but I can see the tops of trees when lightning flashes. Shit! Shit! I didn't want to talk. It was hard to when all this was happening, even with my eyes closed. I was seeing everything clear as day. Don't stop, Mike!

I'm falling now. Fighting someone. Wrestling. I don't know. Flash has kept coming. I saw a man in a truck driving me along a gravel road. I saw myself sitting in a tent trying to get a flashlight to work. I saw a dimly lit hallway.

The hallway. It was a... like my dream. Is there a connection? What else? I relayed everything I saw as best I could. The truck, the road, the tent, the hallway. Yes, Mike. Keep talking. Keep going. I am! I saw myself rolling in a car now with other people, including her. Amber. Are we trying to escape? Word from Jean? No, nothing yet. I was sitting by a fire pit now as she walked up with two mugs.

Here you are. Seattle's best. I took a mug. What flavor's this? It's a breakfast blend. I didn't get any breakfast blends. Sorry. I also didn't get a fire pit.

You also didn't get any banana chips. This calm moment actually soothed me. The juxtaposition of this after so much true. turmoil and fear and pain. I see myself. And her? Her? Who?

Amber. By a fire pit. She has banana chips and coffee. We're talking about things that happened to me. She looks concerned. Sadly, this mostly peaceful moment was interrupted by more flashes. I see us again, but we're in a small car. A small vehicle.

I'm driving away from a helicopter. It's chasing us. I've seen this before. Oh shit. Five o'clock. There's nowhere to go. Gert and gravel flew by my face. I don't know.

It would have to have. With the smoke, I couldn't see much. We have to jump. She grabbed my hand. Why if I have to read this? Ready? Yes. I jumped as the ground gateway.

It was like I was watching this unfold on TV. I saw my body slam into a tree. And I saw her go over. the flames. No! What? She fell. She died.

It hurts so much now, but the flashes kept coming. I saw a security room. Large servers. I fought with that same man, Rowland. I then saw other things I hadn't seen yet. A monster. A large monster staring right at me. Jesus!

What, Mike? What? Talk! More and more hit me. I saw mom. She was laying in the hospital bed. I saw my friend Calvin. I was at his funeral. This was more than I wanted to see.

He was fighting with the bell. She threw a plate. This wasn't anything I forgot. Why was I seeing this? I saw dad injured on the ground, his arm bleeding. Mom on the phone. Pain. Mike!

What? But there was just more pain. Mike! Okay. Mom's on the phone. Dad is bleeding. Now, now I see. I was having trouble handling it all.

My eyes shot open. I expected to see the inside of Jerry's RV, but instead... Mike! A hotel room? What hell was this? I'm in a... motel room. I'm walking out of the bathroom. There's a bag laying on the bed unpacked. I'm throwing some things into it. Shampoo, a razor. This was weird. It's like I was living it right now,

but I knew it couldn't be real. I'm walking back into the bathroom. I'm stumbling, holding onto the wall. When I looked in the mirror, it wasn't me. Wait, what? It's not me. What? It's not me. What? It's not me. I'm not seeing me. What do you mean? I'm looking in the mirror. Who is it? I don't know. Describe it.

But before I could, another flash. Wait, now I'm in a pool of water in some kind of large warehouse or something. There's people with lab coats. I feel pain. I'm trying to get out of the water, but I can't. I'm held down. There's more people with lab coats all around me. What's going on?

Is it having a seizure? No. What? Now? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Hold on, go.

Stop, off, down. Now. I fell to the floor of the R.B as another flash. Another vision hit me. This was ridiculous and way worse than last time with Lacey. But my eyes had been. remained open and I continued to see things as if I was living the moment. It felt like it was happening concurrently.

What is it, Mike? What do you see? What's how's happening? Mike, what do you see? I, I don't know. I, I, I think I'm in a barn. You have to go. Out, out, out, out, out, window. Come, come, come to a window. Come, come to a window. Come, come to, I'm seeing you.

Grab the ground, and go. Born for a war. What? What do you see? Jerry. I don't know what the hell is going on. I see a woman with scars and long, thin red hair. I hear him. I hear someone, too.

I don't know. Mike. Mike. Hurry. Must be leave. Go. Mike. It's her.

Her. Who? I was so confused. When I tumbled out the window with the help of the two women, one of which was Obviously Amber. I fell into a bunch of buckets. Amber looked different. As they helped me up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a tractor mirror. I wasn't me. I was...

Someone shouted at us as we ran for the woodline. Just before we reached the foliage, I got another glimpse of Amber. She looked roughed up. Her hair disheveled, ratty. She had scars. Burn scars? And her face in arms. She also had a limb. She looked different than the other memory flashes I'd had.

Did she survive the fall? Mike, say something. I could see a tall, chubby, angry man in the moonlight. He stood just before the woodline aiming a shotgun. Say, say, tell me. What did you see? Mike? The red-haired woman grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me into the woods.

Amber quickly followed. Mike! I slowly got to my feet with Jerry's help. I blinked a few times, making sure I was really seeing what I was seeing, which was the inside of Jerry's RV, thank God.

My head was throbbing, but the sadness, anger, and all the other emotions were fading away. Is it over? I think so. He bent down and stopped the recording on the tablet. I tried to say as much as I could.

It's fine. That was so much worse. I know. I felt that. Jerry? Yeah? I was looking through other people's eyes. I haven't done that before.

I was other people. That's what my contact really wanted to know. Normally, that gift comes with time. And only to a select few. So we just expedited it? Seems to be the case. I took a seat back on the couch. I was sticky.

with sweat. I, uh, I saw Amber. I know. No. Not at the tower, not in the vehicle. She was in the barn. She had scars on her face and arms. She had a limp. I think she survived the fall. I think, I think she's still alive. I hated this. The creature had already gone through so much. But it worked before and now I was curious if it worked again. Especially since this time, I went longer I pushed both the system and the creature to the limit I walked up to the windows

not daring to open the shutters to see the struggle I put my hand on the glass I'm sorry it's over it's over as I hurried to the door I looked up at the camera the camera I had shut down before entry

the only camera facing this side and terminal now to get out of here without being scene. I stepped out from behind the corner extraction system. I'd been waiting here several hours after I saw that Miles Easton left the sleeping quarters. I had a hunch, and I was right. Dr. Spencer would be pleased. Maybe now I'd have a little more pull over the Merks and all this bullshit could end. So, when will you hear back? Maybe not for some time. He has to go through a lot to get to the OR and get out. then he has to lay low for a little while.

There's a good chance it could be a day or two, maybe even more, but I sent him our recording. Okay. I want to thank you for this. You really came through for us. I think my contact will feel the same way. Glad I could help. I put my glass of water down and lean back.

Sure you don't want a beer? I shook my head. I thought all my feelings had faded away, but one stayed. A slight pain in my chest. I tried to rub it away. And, uh, I know you want to leave, Mike.

I hope you'll reconsider. But I know how draining that must have been for you if maybe you could just wait until my contact... Stop. What? Who was she? Who? Amber? You knew who she was.

I told you... No. Your lost loved one. His hand went to his ring finger again as he looked away. She was smart, beautiful, and caring. I know that much. Was she her wife? Yes.

What was her name? Casey. And she's gone? Yes. She died several years ago. It's why I started seeing a therapist and eventually a psychiatrist. I felt a pain like no other. At least that's what video me says.

Sometimes I can still feel that, pain when I think of her, even though I don't really remember losing her. I can't really even picture my last moment with her. But when I think of her, when I think about us together, it hurts. I lightly rubbed my chest again. I imagine that before all this, I wanted to forget. I probably wanted to forget the pain it caused me to lose her. But now, now I wish I had it all back, at least to remember our time together. It doesn't matter if they were good or bad times. I just would love to remember us, to have that. I don't remember Amber. I only know of her through what you told me in the several flashes. Every time I see her or hear her. I hear her. I don't remember, Amber. I only know of her through

what you told me in the several flashes, but every time I see her or hear her, I felt that heartbreak again. You guys must have been close. You think? But I wasn't there long, right? No, I guess not. From what I know, she never met up with me.

I was with her. That's what I mean. You said it could be days before you're, contact gets back to you? Yeah? And listens to the recording. Yeah. Then what?

I'm not sure. The overall goal is to take these assholes down, right? Iris? Yeah. They've experimented on enough people. We can't let it keep happening. We can't let others become like us. I had a feeling I may regret this.

Okay. Okay, what? Okay, I'll help. A grin slowly grew on his face. Really? Yeah, I mean, if you want my help still. May I ask why the change of heart? But he must have known the answer already because he quickly gave a nod of understanding.

That's when I noticed they again was lightly rubbing my chest. A new tick that seemed to match the way he rubbed his ring finger. I couldn't quite believe it, but I also couldn't fight it. Let's just say we're right. I have a whole new outlook. Because you saw her? I need to know if she's really alive. I need to find her.

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