From the private notes of Dr. Wade Bow, K1 Dig Site 4, date unknown: nobody has slept in over 12 days and people are becoming desperate. we're out of pentobarbital and dexmedetomidine. instances of alcohol abuse are up dramatically. one poor woman even tried to knock herself out with diluted isopropyl alcohol. meanwhile, my hallucinations have gotten stronger each night. the shadow is becoming clearer and clearer. for the first time, I realized why it seemed so familiar: the shadow is me, or another version of me. I also realized why I didn't recognize it sooner. it's because that version of me, from whatever time or dimension… he doesn't have a head. what does he want?