Cannon behind it all. Tried to escape to Bug. Adam interfered.

Could not win. Was cornered. Utopia had to be protected, false Utopia, but Utopia still.

I had to be put out of the way. I thought he’d kill me. Didn’t go far. In the snow it ended, like I thought it would. But not the way.

He raised his hand at me. It hurt, but at same time, no pain? The world seemed to crack.

Red everywhere. He said he couldn’t let me tell the world the truth. Is this hell? Heaven? Maybe both?

I see into infinite. Light Flashing everywhere, but all red.

I hear voices as if people around me I cannot see. Radiation? Magic’s?

I find myself on roof.

Sky looks the same. Where am I? Must gather information. I go down to street, take off my face.

I find cup, stand on corner. People try to attack me. I hurt them. They run.

They drop some money, I go to buy a paper. Can’t find salesman on street.

Go into a store and see a new paper. I ask the man if it’s new, it’s not.

I take a look and pick it up. Paper’s called Daily Star, give information perhaps?