Lonely. He was so lonely. It had been so long since anybody had been through his laboratory. His heart ached. His mind reeled. Why hadn't anybody come? Why couldn't he leave? There were bodies of the dead everywhere, and something needed to be done about it. Silently, he wandered the halls, his heart heavy with despair as he passed corpse after corpse. When would he join them? When would it end? He passed a pane of glass, and caught his reflection. What he saw terrified him. Ethereal lines etched a young man's face. It might have been handsome, had it not been set in horror, and portrayed with a semicorporeal pallor. His eyes were wide, and frightened, and his hair was disheveled. He was a specter. "No-" He whispered, "No!" He turned, and he ran, straight through a wall, and out the other side. "No, no, nononoNoNONO!" He chanted, panicked by the spirit in the mirror. He passed through wall after wall, fright driving him onward, away from the ghost. Another surviving pane of glass came into view, and it reflected the torso of a young man in a labcoat, stained dark around the middle from some horrific wound. His flight from the scene was swift, and panicked. When he came to a stop, it was at the doorway of the laboratory. He was trembling, as he sank down against one of the walls, and curled his knees to his chest. He couldn't remember his name. He couldn't remember his face. He was plagued by spirits, each as desperate and frightened as he, and he couldn't make himself leave. This laboratory was his personal hell. And in the distance, he could see a figure ascending the hill to the lab. Fear seized him, and he let himself sink back through the wall. Why was this new person here? Was it a demon, sent to torment him?