They are well and truly enmeshed now, the ones that are left. The foolish, incautious, humanly arrogant doctor stumbled into an unearthly predatory plant causing his death and that of the reporter. Such a deliciously revolting way to die. Their pain and terror was like a cool drink, an addictive drink. Now the four have become two again and those two are delightfully unhinged.

There was an Irishman too, but he got away. Definitely smarter and more cautious than the others. He would have been such fun to break. Ah well, there are so many minds to shatter and so many, many souls to devour, I may yet weave a web that will bring that one in.

There are some new ones now, on the periphery. But they have seen a few tasty tidbits from that garden of wonder. I like the smell of these new ones and I want to watch them unravel. Perhaps this time, perhaps these ones will unravel slowly so I can savor their increasing madness. The Bureau man seems cautious and careful, maybe he will avoid getting a faceful of toxic death?

And Corbitt, and his child. Such a loss that the child is dead! And so close to its maturity. Oh the madness and pain it could have spread! Oh the destruction and terror that will now have to wait to be unleashed! But there will be other children...

For now I must be content with the soothing babble of the mad girl... and the scrumptious terror of those two incautious souls. Those will be mine to torture for millenia...

mental state: calm