Tory, he might have been waiting for it. Walking around with a notebook and a pencil just like it was the good old days, ready to timestamp his life down to the second in an attempt to stay sane and exhaust his brain to the point of dreamless sleep. Jamie had said he would have to catch up, and he didn't know at the time if he meant drinks or memories, but in comes rolling number two, and it's a doozy.
He felt the weight of the medical expertise nestled into his brain like it belonged, the same way he could read phosphorus levels from a GCMS printout like a Level 1 Reader. There's something familiar about the set-up. Of course, he'd been here before. Every day. The Ice Box. This was his job. Of course, the guards are new, the gravity of the situation is new, almost like a physical force akin to the real thing, rooting his feet to the spot, and the gravity of the sun and the stars and the planets pulling him outward at the same time; all the weight at the edges, a hollow man with lead feet. He'd topple over if he moved too quickly, because what he was looking at, it wasn't normal. Still under the sheet and he knew it down to his hollowed bones that he'd never seen this before.
The sheet comes off and it's like something out of a bad movie, like the sheet was covering up his supposed expertise and removing it had revealed everything to be a sham, like he was the ultimate fraud. It couldn't be real and his brain rebelled at what his eyes reported: a werewolf. It wasn't David Naughton in crepe hair and makeup and he knew he had obviously never seen a fucking werewolf before but like pornography, Tory knew it when he saw it. Werewolf.
He'd written the word three times in the notebook with a heavy, cramped hand and so much pressure that the pencil lead snapped on the third f. So much for that. He didn't need the notes, though, but he remembered. And there are a lot of implications that he might rather not deal with, but, he found another pencil to enumerate them, regardless:
1) have seen other memories. my imagination though/dreams, etc. 2) jamie saw colin. was real, described details (zz plant, etc and no other witnesses that night/he "was" me) 3) ergo memory visions (?) whatever are real cf. "repose fuckery" 4) had one of these visions just now with a werewolf. reax of subject were not feigned, could feel thoughts/horror at sight 5) ergo werewolves are real
And he sat, staring at point number five for quite a while.