 The thing is stirring and fumbling in the tower. I am it and it is I. I want to get out. I must get out. Unified forces. It knows where I am. I am Robert Blake. I see the tower in the dark. There's a monstrous odor. Synthesis transfigured. Boarding at the tower window. Tracking and giving away. Shine. I like it. I see it. Coming here. Hell when it's tight and blurred. Black wings. Young sore thoughts save me. Three love burning.