Reid frowned, lifting a finger to his lips and pursing them against the knuckle as he thought back, straining his eidetic memory. The recollections didn't hurt so much when he was looking at them from an analytical point of view. He racked his brain for names, names and descriptions.
"There was someone they referred to as the Doctor... and Jack. The, the doctor in the pinstripe suit, with the shaggy haircut... They were together, with another man. He was wearing a suit, short hair, but I... I don't recall his name." He frowned, pinching the lines of his forehead together beneath his bangs.
"There was, uh... there was a machine, I've never seen one before, but it had a large blade on it... the screen cut out before anything too, uh, violent was shown." He swallowed a bit, not even realizing that his recollection might be upsetting Sarah Jane, and continued.
"Rose, I... I don't remember a rose. There were several blonde girls, one was with two wolves, they were chained in a room with her... another one had a pregnancy test, the torture was purely psychological in that one, as opposed to physically frightening or painful like the majority... there was a third, she was... she was guarding a man, who was then, uh... touched... by a woman." His brain hurt, and he stopped for a moment, allowing his strained mind to relax.
"I was, uh, distracted, but I saw the majority of it... not many people wanted to watch. The fact that the unsub- uh, that the Management wanted us to... to watch each other, to profile them, with the DSM-IV, tells us a lot about them. I don't think they were willing to share their experiment with us, to allow us to help, I think they were taunting us."