Well, Mr. Orderly, thoughts are a funny thing; they're abstract, entirely intangible, and yet they are the most vile, malicious things in existence. From pure, hollow potential for imagination to a twisted prejudice or some revenge fantasy in a second; that's what thoughts are. I mention this because I've experienced what I believe to be a thought going rogue. I could just be completely mad. This could all just be the theoretical, insane ramblings of a crazy man. I can't tell anymore. I can think of nothing but the thought. I spent the night thinking. And I fear it may be trying to spread.