Author: I take back the last A/N. This is by far the shortest and smallest chapter. xD

July 13, 1967 (9:30 PM).

Yesterday I went to Raccoon City after spending the night before meeting other friends and co-workers of my father. All in all I met the three founders, Lucy Speyer, Francis Trevor and her cousin George, my aunt Caroline and my uncle Drake, my cousin Albert, the scientists Cathy Wright, Selby Ashford, Victoria Mares, Victor Duke, Kyle and Isadora Minx (the step-son and step-daughter of Marcus whose mother passed away awhile back), Earl Spencer (who was the unannounced nephew of Ozwell) and several others.

The only one that was really negative was Selby and Victor. Victor was rude, cold and lacked manners in general. Selby was another matter entirely. She was crazy.. but once we were alone she became a completely different person.

I remembered when she roughly pulled me up the stairs and once we were out of sight from Marcus and dad her grip had loosened and she began to be polite and nice. She even offered to show me her art collection. She drew? Who knew.

We had hung out in my bedroom and then later she retired to her own room when dad had came up to tell me goodnight.

The following day, the 12th, was when I had met the other people before leaving around the afternoon to go see the city. We had taken the same luxury car we had arrived here in and dad drove since I'm a minor. Which reminds me. I needed to get my permit when I turned 16.

We had explored the city and at my request we visited the shop Kendo worked at and the police station to see Brian Irons. He was just like in the game; rude, greedy, disgusting.. and insane. His taxidermy collection spooked me.

After visiting a few more places we had went back to the mansion and I had fallen asleep on the ride. Dad carried me to my bedroom and tucked me in.

When I awoke at seven in the morning I felt weird. I noticed a red bump on my right arm and it itched like crazy. I had requested to be alone today and so everyone left me to my own devices.

I mindlessly scratched at the bump as I thought of all that had transpired so far.

It was now around 9:30 at night and I was currently lazing about in my bedroom, reading a language book I had brought with me. I was brushing up on my Italian. Though fluent I had many words I still wished to learn. Once I had read enough I pulled out another book I'd been meaning to read.

Yes, the book I had chosen to read was a classic. Chronicles of Narnia; The Horse and His Boy.

I flipped open the cover and the first few pages and decided to try to read it in Italian. No small feat for one with Italian being a secondary language.

"Questa è la storia di un'avventura che è successo in Narnia e Calormen e le terre tra, nella Golden Age, quando Pietro era alto re a Narnia e il fratello e le due sorelle erano re e regine sotto di lui." I muttered aloud as I paused and chuckled. I did alright for my bad memory.

(Translation: This is the story of an adventure that happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Peter was High King in Narnia and his brother and his two sisters were King and Queens under him.)

I read the first two chapters in my decent Italian before putting a bookmark into the page.

I was oddly getting tired. Staring at books all day did that to me. I yawned and got up to change into my pajamas before tucking myself in.

July 13, 1967 (11:15 PM).

"Something's wrong, Marcus."

"What is?"

"It's been almost a whole day. Why hasn't it begun?"

"I'm.. not quite sure."

"Maybe it wasn't enough?"

"Surely it was."

"I hope so. It need not be painful because of a mistake in calculation.."

"It'll be alright, Mark. Everything is going according to plan. Two of the others happened the same way."

"You say that as if it's a good thing, Marcus. How do we know those ones will survive?"

"Trial and error, prior to this stage of the plan."

"Trial and error? Marcus, these are lives we're talking about. Are we even on the same page right now?"

"I dare say I might be ahead. I've evaluated that those injected without immediate results will have a higher rate of survival in the end."

"So are you saying the others might die?"

"It isn't likely, but not out of the question, Mark."

"And Derick?"

"Like I said; not likely death will occur. Have some faith, my dear friend. As you've said before the Wesker family has superior genes. He'll pull through.. as will she."

"I guess only time will tell.. and a watchful eye."