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[There's the sound of what seems to be someone speaking urgently, becoming louder and louder as the voice gets closer to the journal.]
Oh, God-- my face . . . can't feel anything-- what's...
Terri? Terri, are you in here?!
Can't breathe-- My arm... good lord, my arm! what happened...?
[It's at this point Hank catches his reflection in a mirror. There's silence for a moment, followed by a drawn out yell.
Anyone on floor 3 are likely to hear this, especially as he barges into the hallway.]
This isn't me! Where am I?!
Hello? Anyone?!
Oh, God-- my face . . . can't feel anything-- what's...
Terri? Terri, are you in here?!
Can't breathe-- My arm... good lord, my arm! what happened...?
[It's at this point Hank catches his reflection in a mirror. There's silence for a moment, followed by a drawn out yell.
Anyone on floor 3 are likely to hear this, especially as he barges into the hallway.]
This isn't me! Where am I?!
Hello? Anyone?!
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Not to mention largely impossible. But I guess I'm proof that may not be the case.
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Overall you do feel anything different in your functions and I cannot sense anything immediately dangerous to your health.
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Now, a way to get home would be nice.
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