Note: Dead Space and all its Characters belong to Visceral Games

Doctor Mason glanced at his watch. The digital screen flashed twelve o'clock making the doctor mumble. Ever since that blasted Black marker had begun to flash, all the clocks seemed to stay at midnight. Shaking his head, the doctor raised his hand in front of the door panel and watched it swing open. Before him stood a rather thin patient wearing a straight jacket.

"Good morning Mr. McNeil, how are you today" the doctor greeted.

McNeil merely stared back and kept his mouth shut. Sighing the doctor pulled out a medical chart from his pocket.

"It says here you've been talking a lot about the marker lately" the doctor paused, "Why is that?"

McNeil suddenly smiled and began to laugh.

"You can't stop it, convergence is almost here," he laughed.

Doctor Mason pulled out a pen and began to take notes. McNeil seemed to notice and began to laugh harder.

"When they come, I hop they rip you to shreds, because if they don't, I will". McNeil cried.

"I see, so tell me Mr. McNeil, what is convergence".

AS McNeil opened his mouth to speak an alarm suddenly sounded.

"Their coming" he muttered.

Doctor Mason looked startled for a moment before pulling out his phone.

"George, what the hell is going on" He yelled.

"James, listen something's wrong with the marker. It's glowing bright red and causing the scientists to fall to their knees. I don't know what's…"

Suddenly George was cut of by a loud growl and the sound of tearing flesh.

"George. George come in. George can you read me" James yelled. As he yelled into his phone, the doctor failed to hear a soft click coming from McNeil's restraints. Picking up the doctor dropped pen he raised it up.

"Welcome the convergence doctor" he yelled before plunging the pen into the doctors skull.