"So we'll start off this recording by asking your name."

"..."

"Your name please."

"Wayne."

"Last name please."

"Cherith."

"And your date of birth?"

"..."

"Mr. Cherith, we cannot get through this if you do not answer the questions."

"July 22, 1966

"And that makes you 25?"

"Yes."

"Alright, thank you."

"Mr. Cherith, do you know where you are?"

"No."

"Ok what do you remember?"

"They don't want me to remember."

"Who doesn't want you to remember?"

"..."

"Who?"

"They don't want to be known."

"Ok, we'll try something else for now, where do you live?"

"The tower."

"Where is 'the tower'?"

"..."

"Where is it?"

*sobbing*

"Why are you crying?"

*more sobbing*

"They wont leave me alone"

"Why, and who are they?"

"You're asking too many questions."

*more sobbing*

"Try taking some deep breaths."

"Ok."

"Alright why dont we try this again, who are they?"

*Wayne gets up, curls into a ball in the corner of the room and starts sobbing again*

"Mr. Cherith are you okay?? I'm ending this recording-