For three days I fume. The first day I spend most of it pacing the room wondering what could have been done to me. I constantly check my breathing and my blood pressure. I monitor the systems of my body look for any change at all. I turned on the television for noise when the silence got to be too much. At night when I dreamt I had the recurring nightmare of becoming a beast and slaughtering an entire village.

The second day was much like the first. I awoke in a cold sweat from the nightmare. I had barely touched my food the day before. No one examined me...