182 notebooks. And I don’t understand a word. I found an object in my closet. I don’t know what it is. It is not mine. It belongs to the other who wants to steal my brain, the one who thinks he is me. I want to take it to Spiller but I don’t trust him. He snoops, he wants something that he won’t admit to. Temporalis, Temporalis — they are the scourge. Are they trying to steal my mind? Are they the ones I must destroy? The buzzing won’t stop. I haven’t slept in three days, the baleful eyes of the Sinister One haunt me.