4 September. – For almost a month I had heard no word from the Master. Until just before noon this very day, that is. Oh, how glad I was! What ecstasy I felt! I lament the loss of my strength and power, and was very nearly convinced that the Master had forgotten about me. But he didn't- how could he? I am his servant, his most faithful follower. He cannot forget me. Once again I was possessed by the kindly grip of the Master, and a feral disposition came over me with it. In a similar fashion to before I was again subdued by the attendants under the ever-curious gaze of Dr. Seward. He truly is fascinated by me and I am genuinely upset that his mind is clouded and that he is too naïve to accept the Master as his saviour.

Later. – I am at a loss! At four o'clock this evening I had a depressing revelation. I believe the Master has abandoned me. Why would he forsake a faithful servant such as I? I do not know.

Dr. Seward watched me and asked about "this mysterious Master".

"All over! All over!" I assured him. "He has deserted me. No hope for me now unless I do it for myself!" I rubbed my eyes with my filthy hands and taking a deep breath turned to the doctor pleasantly. "Doctor, won't you be very good to me and let me have a little more sugar? I think it would be good for me."

"And the flies?" said he.

"Yes! The flies like it, too, and I like the flies; therefore I like it." The doctors who have examined me call me a madman yet could a madman argue as I did? I am content now that I have my sugar.

Midnight. – I feel alone and my wasted soul has become a desolate land of hatred and despair! The Master must truly have abandoned me, for I have not felt him for an age. Out of my window a dull and pale light was fighting its way through the mist to find me. Excited that it might be the awakening of the Master I leaped up and peered through the newly repaired bars. My face sunk when I noticed it was simply a lamp across the other side of the building. Dr. Seward's private quarters. I howled outside with fury and resentment for all, and with no surprise there was a bang on my door. Immediately I kept quiet and stood in the middle of my room, making myself look proper and presentable. Dr. Seward entered looking worse than myself and brushed his hair back with his slender hand. He saw my box full of flies and in a rebellious sulk I emptied the box and disposed of it out of the window.

"Are you not going to keep the flies anymore?" he inquired.

"No," said I. "I am sick of all that rubbish!" He grinned very slightly as his interest grew, and without a word he slunk out of my room, clicking the door shut behind him. Hell and further damnation! I am alone!