Mentis had a familiar sensation in his mouth. He couldn’t quite place it. During the weekly meeting he conspicuously savored his saliva. While at his desk he became 23% less efficient than usual. Suddenly, while on break, it came to him. Evil. That was the taste of evil. The muffins that the Dalton brought to work this morning. Dalton.
Mentis suddenly remembered who he really was and what he had to do. This is what he had been brought back for. This was his mission.
My Grandma just left me alone in the attic with her favorite lamp. She said that I must never touch it. I’m going to be living here for one month. The lamp is on the very edge of a very old table. I am moderately concerned for the safety of said lamp.
Two weeks have gone by. I just tripped over a wrinkle in the carpet. I almost broke the lamp. I guess I’ll have to be more careful.
I made it to my second to last day. The lamp has not been broken.
Oh no. I broke the lamp. It was my last day and I broke it. When I broke it an evil genie came out and killed everybody in the whole town. Everybody dead, even the kittens and squirrels. All my fault. Maybe it was just a dream.
Oh good it was just a dream. I can see that the lamp is still there. Just a dream…
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