Met a couple of kids toady. How they ended up at the gallery I don't know, but one's a mouse, the other a trumpet. Great.

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Administrative leave. Fuck. I need people for research and I need research to find a cure. Mom won't speak to me. Not till I find a way to bring dad back. That guy, the one around for the explosion. Not a Rift, but a strange feeling about him. Was it the mist doing that or was it...her? Was she sending me toward the other two?

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The trumpet - schoolkid, thinks she's all that. Maybe she is. Siren, she said. Hm. Then there's the mouse. She's an interesting one. Reminds me of me, some time ago. Back before she and I had a chat. I don't wanna kill anyone, or get anyone killed. I'm a doctor for Christ sake - or I'm supposed to be. Pretending I have bad eyes is...that's what we pay to avoid killing people.

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But what if I study the mouse? She looks like she wants to go deeper. Keep a close eye on her and I might just learn something about the process from the outside. Live study, I guess. Just gotta watch to see when she gives in. She will. Whatever her mythos is, it's more seductive than mine.

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I haven't sculpted in years. Not really. Can't sculpt with these glasses on, hate sculpting from reference art. The art is the movement. The movement of the piece at the point it freezes. 

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Yes, Mimi, I get it. You want me to turn someone. No. I can't. Won't.

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Not yet.

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Not without a cure. 

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Could find a cure faster if I could see the process more.

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Maybe.

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Not yet.

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Not now. 

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Things to do. 

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Chase the beasts.

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Watch the mouse.

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