Dr. Troy Abernathy

He can go anywhere he wants, right? Tons of worlds to choose from, and he is finally a free man. So why does he keep gravitating towards Maine?

The answer to that question is easy, but he doesn't want to know.

This world doesn't have him in it...he's finding not many worlds do. They all have Julianna, but not him. It's been like getting hit over the head with a hammer- that sort of enlightening. He doesn't really care for it. Especially since his Julianna is gone....he had to kill her himself this time. Couldn't make her do it again.

All in all, he's more depressed than he really should be. So he's walking the town, trying to cheer himself up with masses of people, all less intelligent than him. And he might be looking for something else, too, but he's not sure what it is yet.

Something's wrong. Something's really wrong.

Fuck. This has been so nice, too.

It's dark...really dark. The kind of dark that makes one wonder if his eyes are closed. Blinking doesn't bring any answers.

He runs, completely unsure of where he's going and not really caring, since the THING is following him, and he can't let it bite and tear at him. He has to get away, for-- For someone? There has to be someone else there. A woman. Julianna?

He stops. He reaches out for whoever it was he was protecting. He gets nothing back but a cold, deep voice, stronger than his own.

Delusional psychosis brought on by extreme stress. Common. Understandable.

He runs away from it- that voice brings death. But it continues, even louder than before.

The first step towards lasting change is recognizing the basic implausibility of false belief. Yours is easy to identify. You believe yourself in a position of some control. You believe you can find the answers to this puzzle. But the problem with that, Troy, is that you've already solved it.. The voice laughs. He wonders how it can. This is not belief, it is empirical fact. You're screwed, my friend. You can only deny the truth of your situation so long...

Claws from some unknown source rip him neatly in half, straight down the middle. But there's no rush of blood, no release of organs. There's just him and the darkness.

Soon, even that distinction fades.

[This enty never happened- Troy's on a completely different timeline now. I just can't bring myself to delete it.]

Well. Not sure where to start this thing, really. I appear to be trapped in a town in the middle of nowhere. I have no phone, no wallet, and no car. I have no idea how I got here. I woke up in a forest, wearing my whites.

Possible Explanations:
-Some sick fuck decided to drag me to a ghost town.
-The woman I met lied to me about there being no way to leave, for whatever reason.
-This is a persistent hallucination caused by permanent brain damage.

Initial Recommendations:
-Explore the town. Try to find a way out. Be careful.
-Find the other two people Claudia mentioned. See if they know anything.
-Do some self-analysis. Follow my own experiences.

Obviously, I'm going to explore first. The town itself is very strange- I'm hoping other parts of it are more normal. However, if that turns up nothing, then I have to look to myself. I don't remember how I got to this town, which will have to be addressed first. Unfortunately, most treatments for memory loss aren't very effective when applied to one's self...but I do have some avenues I can explore. I need to be able to trust my own perceptions; I don't think I'll be able to trust anything else.

I'll figure this out. I just get this feeling that I don't want to

So tired so tired

I need a fucking rest. Haven't slept in years. Maybe decades.

I'm running but I don't know how. My legs are gone. And there she is, there she ALWAYS is. But she's normal and there's no blood oh Thank God-

"Troy!" Her eyes are frightened. She needs my help. She needs me. I go over to her, and I don't know how bacause my legs are GONE and I dont't know where most of the rest of me is, either...

"Julianna...baby, it's okay. It'll be okay." I comb my fingers through her hair and try to calm her down. My broken little toy, I'll put you back together again. I'm good at fixing things. "What happened?"

She speaks in between sobs. "He- ohhh- Brett came back...he told me- and then he...he..." Tears pour down her cheeks. Suddenly, her leg's broken, her face puffy and bleeding.

I kiss her hair, my eyes cold and grey (aren't they always?). I move to the gunrack somehow. Something's telling me that I'm a liar, that this is too easy, that it isn't happening. "That bastard won't ever hurt you again, sweetheart." No a gun is too easy. how about a bat. no no no. just the fists. That's right, a fight to the death, just the two of us. I'll face him down. I'll face them all down.

She's relieved. She hugs me. "You'd do that...for me? I love you, Troy."

It cuts through the air: "Even your fantasies are fucking ridiculous."

THAT VOICE GET OUT OF MY HEAD LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMN WILL YOU NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE

"All right, all right. You're just making it worse on yourself, anyway. Have fun, dumbass."

GO AWAY

And it's gone. For good? I can't feel it- I could ALWAYS feel it. Julianna looks confused, so I pat her on the head. "It's all right, sweetie. Nothing can hurt you now." She leans into my hand, wanting her ear scritched.

So tired. But I have to finish this thing with Brett first.