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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?!

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I'll be sure to.

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Best of luck.