I assume you're going to read this, Dr. Crane, either by finding it or remembering that I wrote it in the first place. I don't even know any more. I've thought and rethought this whole situation so many times now I don't know what to think. You should know I have access to your memories so yes, your experiment worked. Fuck you very much for that, by the way. Anyway, these notes aren't about you, they were about me. If anything, your experiment opened my eyes to how much of a mess my life has become and how powerless I've felt. Time to take control of as much of my life as I can. I know that in a couple weeks you'll re-emerge, and that fighting you is going to be unpleasant. I take solace in knowing it will be unpleasant for you as well. And make no mistake about it, I will make it unpleasant for you. I understand we are facing great, powerful threats. However, the things I have seen in the past, the senseless violence and death, won't continue without a fight. You said yourself that we have a greater purpose now. I'm going to hold you to that.