A jolt of aching pain. Stiff muscles protest as I stretch and get up. The hunger nearly blacks me out. But there is a me again. Too much watching. Three days in a trance connected with the lives of hundreds of other people. Pushing, pulling, twisting their lives with one goal, to protect them from the conspiracy. I nearly vanished that time became merely a part of those I was watching over. Perhaps it's time I went out and acted in person instead of manipulating things from afar.

"Case Notes on Daniel Vincent"