The last few days have rather interesting. They've consisted mostly of tests and more tests as Dr Muller struggles to understand what I have become. I myself have not bothered with it, I am still the same man I was before this incident, save perhaps with cosmetic differences. Though I must count the change a blessing for I have access to reading materials and news media I didn't before. Thorough these I follow the career of the one called Zero with great interest. Things are moving in Japan and Zero is building the momentum, and if Britannia is not careful, it will snowball and bury them eventually. Dr Muller is uninterested in Zero and thus isn't interested in discussing him and continues to remain tight lipped as well over what exactly the nature of his experiment on me was. The only think I've managed to learn was that was he gave a unique 'crack dose' of whatever it was that he was using originally. I suspect that there is more to it than that as that doesn't make any sense why something that was killing me would stop simply because he used more of it.

But enough of that, I shall relay here something interesting events which took place a few days ago. I was sitting in my room looking out the window and thinking about if I could take a walk and enjoy the air. I made up my mind to try though I didn't think anything would come of it. Since we changed our location I've allowed into the hallway around my room, but I normally never get very far. That day for some reason as I walked down the hall, I ran into no one directly and those I saw at a distance didn't seem to see me. I can only assume that I managed upon a 1 in a Million chance of this happening.

As I reached the door a guard sat at the desk, I thought he might try to stop me but he paid me no mind at all as I walked past. I've been locked up for quite a while so it's to be expected I suppose that a lowly doorman wouldn't know who I am. As I walked outside, the thought came to me that I could try to escape. I stopped and considered this for a long time. You who are reading this may wonder why I even had to think about it. It is true enough that a few weeks ago I would have jumped at the chance but now, I stood and pondered it for the moment. When I had left my original thought had merely been to take a walk, a very odd turn of events, somehow without my knowledge I no longer felt like prisoner. In some vague way, the whole world seems like my home now, a feeling I can describe only has 'peace' flows thorough me. I feel like a bird in the sky, where ever I wish to go, my wings will take me and there is nothing that can stop me. So now I walk through the streets of this town, seeing people go about their daily business oblivious to the things that happen beneath society's surface. Truthfully I can't blame I myself was mostly ignorant of the same, until recently. Yet I look back at the building I left, there it is in plain sight. People wish to be the truth becomes their truth no matter how ugly the real truth might be.

As I walk I see a man standing in front of shop, the bags in his hands filled with groceries. He was staring into a store front intently, with the age old battle of whether or not to buy something on his face. As I approach I look into the store front, it is clean and presentable appears to be an old style toy store.

"Looking for something for your child?" I asked.

The man smiled with slight embarrassment, "Yes, but she's hardly a child anymore, she's in high school now but her birthday is coming up but I wonder if she would care for one of these things,"

I shrugged; I was not skilled in these sorts of things. I hadn't been before my imprisonment and time or prison had not improved me in that area.

"I suppose that any gift might be enjoyed if given from a loved one," I said.

The man smiled, "True enough but I must still give my best effort,"

I nodded and turned to go. As I did so my hand brushed his, I straightened and suddenly images and vision seemed to flood my head. I saw flashes of what I assumed were Tokyo, a school, and a young girl with auburn hair.

"Shirley," I whispered.

The man stared at me shocked; I shook myself and tried to recover.

"Sorry," I said to brush off the incident.

"How did you know my daughter's name?" The man asked in obviously curiosity.

"I'm psychic," I said with a laugh.

The man laughed also, "Well it was a good guess," He smiled as he turned to go.

"You love your daughter don't you?" I said quietly.

The man stopped and looked at me at me for a moment, "Yes, I do,"

I nodded slowly and smiled, "You should go see her, the embrace of a loved one is worth more than all the gold in the world,"

The man smiled, "Perhaps I will,"

With that we parted ways, I made my ways slowly back to the lab. It might seem odd but I didn't feel it was time to leave, not yet anyway.

I arrived to find the lab in chaos; lab technicians ran every which with armed guards running about also. I walked in among them with none of them paying me any mind. I reached my room and took a seat. I hadn't been in the room ten minutes when a tech burst in and said that we were moving. I looked at him curiously.

"Why?"

"We've received reports that the army is headed here; apparently there are rumors of the black knights hiding in the mountains near here,"

I can honestly say that the news sent a shaft of thrill through me, he was near here.

Things were going to happen.