Post by Vincent Augustine on Nov 21, 2018 23:46:51 GMT -5
AUGUST 1ST 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
As a psychologist I am forced to make decisions, to come up with ideas, ways to push human potential to the extreme. Call it a calling from my mother who got me started at a young age. It was clear when we were young that Vincent and I would be friends for a while, two intelligent men in a small town, we clung to each other like best friends do. My mother though, she had a different idea, get me ready to take her mantle as a psychologist and finish her work in the groundbreaking field of mental manipulation.
It all started with Vincent’s family, we gave him a tragic backstory, pushed him to the edge, and still he didn’t break. His mind seemed to grow stronger, even more clearly able to identify puzzles and solve problems. My mother always said it was his coping mechanism, drama, pain, it forced his mind into what people sometimes called the zone, and there he could solve a puzzle. But that became a problem all its, the man who solves puzzles would eventually solve the biggest one of all, and that happened.
See it was my idea to get Vincent into wrestling, I mean what is better than a physical man? A smart man that is physical, but that didn’t exactly go over too well, because a smart man has a tendency to get in his own damn way in the world of wrestling. Being smart can actually be a crutch, so what I needed was a smart man that didn’t over think things, and that became the new problem, how do we make a smart man like Vincent, a problem solver, not over think everything.
So here we are today. Two weeks of experiments, and I think we are on the right page. Subject presented with a form of mental break, the loss of his parents, the repeated losing in WCF, and the subject had a break down. The hard part will be building up the mind, not losing the intelligence but reprogramming desire, rage, hate, giving him the drive to be successful.
First tests are very positive, and I think we are moving in the right direction. Subject has shown his problems solving skills are returning, he can put the puzzles together, but his anger is still amplified. This is a great sign going forward. I will every week update the progress of the treatments. Henry out August 1st 2018.
AUGUST 8TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is progressing nicely. He was able to solve the rubik’s cube in less than 30 seconds and 45 moves, marked improvement from last week. His rage and anger are static, but there are signs of confusion creeping in with the tests. He has begun to talk to people who are not there, or address people with different names. Truth is everything is moving and progressing the way we want; the subject should be ready for reintegration to the world pretty quick. His mind is like a sponge that never loses elasticity.
AUGUST 15TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject shows remarkable progress, his muscle mass is up 2% in just two weeks, his strength seeming to grow at a steady pace. His mind is sharp as ever, and he solved the rubik’s cube in 7 seconds with 18 moves. The anger and rage are static, thought they are not as ever present at all times. He seems to hold them in, a better control of them. When asked what he thinks we are doing, he responds in a manner that would remind someone of a lost five year old, this is concerning but all other tests show that there is no neural destruction.
AUGUST 22ND 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject continues to progress, mastery of emotions is becoming strong. He shows now outward signs of anger but can unleash the rage when needed. Self-preservation is very strong in the subject and two orderlies have been injured over the last week. We put him in a sparring outfit in the ring and he destroyed the opponents we lined up. There was no hesitation in decisions, and no overthinking of what was taking place. Progress is moving faster and faster every week. His desire to forget names, and misplace anger is becoming an issue though. He seems confused with whom he is talking and still reacts to questions like you might expect out of a five to eight year old. However all other signs are strong and the patient continues to adapt and grow.
AUGUST 29TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Ok something is wrong, subject has lost all problem solving skills and can no longer manage his rage. He has completely regressed and all research may be lost. I don’t know what to do, everything, all of it hinged on this. Subject might as well be a fucking vegetable at this point. He drools on himself and simply rocks in the corner of the cell. All medication has been suspended but there has been no change for the last three days, I fear all is lost and so is this one’s mind.
SEPTEMBER 5TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
There have been some changes. The subject no longer sits in the corner rocking, and has responded to visual stimuli. He hasn’t talked yet, and he seems confused when we ask him questions. However his rage is still present, and it does seem like his problem solving skills have improved from the last week, though they are very far behind where we were just three weeks ago. He can’t solve the Rubik’s cube; however he at least turned some parts of it. Maybe not all hope is lost.
SEPTEMBER 12TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject spoke for first time in two weeks. Said he wanted to go home, has not said any more words since then. He seems to be evaluating his surroundings and the rage is still present. His eyes present a man that is confused but aware. He still is not solving the Rubik’s cube, however he seems to be able to identify how to work the puzzle of the Cube. Progress is definitely going the right way, all is not lost and the hiccup of a few weeks ago appears to be nothing more than a reset.
SEPTEMBER 19TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is smart, very smart, but unable to apply it. His rage seems to be overriding his intelligence now, he has moved too far to the other side of the spectrum. Something has to be done to get this evened out. I believe that a change of medication can fix this, but we can’t rely on medication to keep the subject at a zero point status of mental stability. The problem is getting harder and I even at this time am truly unsure if it can be solved by only me.
SEPTEMBER 26TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is gone, some asshole broke into the compound and stole him. It’s been a few days but there are no signs of the subject, I can only hope that he hasn’t been released to the public, that someone is caring for him. We barely started the process of fixing his mind and reducing his rage to fix the fog in his mind. Without the medication I don’t think it’s going to get any better, and his mind is very impressionable at this time. I fear the worst, I will find my friend dead in a ditch somewhere, or worse yet used to do some heinous act, finding him is my number one priority.
OCTOBER 14TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
I don’t know what to do, we found the subject, he is back in the WCF and well, I don’t know what to do. Fact is he looked good, but his mental instability was clear. I have to find a way to get to him, a way to fix him, but I don’t think that is possible now, all is lost and I have to leave, I have to make sure no one knows what I have done here. FUCK!
PRESENT DAY
Ryan reached up with his hand and stopped the video on the DVD player before turning to look at Henry in the chair seated in the middle of the room. “Man you are some kind of fucked up buddy.” Ryan rubbed his freshly shaved head and stalked around the room in his fancy three piece suit. “I mean you befriended this guy, broke his mind, and then tried to turn him into something else. That’s ballsy, and you did it all for dear old mommy.” Ryan shook his head and let out a small little chuckle.
“It’s not like that!” Henry shouted fighting against the restraints of the chair. “I know how it looks but I just wanted to make him better, give him something special!” Henry pleaded.
“You did a great job Doc, I’m not mad at ya, I just can’t have you fixing Vincent, he’s my best asset right now, a lost man on a mission to take down whomever destroyed his mind, all the while thinking that man is in the WCF. This couldn’t possibly work out better for me, so please don’t think I am upset, accept that what you have done is a beautiful thing, and I applaud it.” Ryan tapped Henry on the shoulder as he walked out of the room, door slamming shut behind him.
“Status on our boy?” Ryan asked as he walked into the control room.
“I’m not sure, video lost him in the Wal-Mart. We haven’t seen him come out, but we can’t find him inside either. We are trying to get into the video feeds inside but it’s taking a little bit longer than we expected.” The man at the control desk stated, fear filling his words.
“SHIT!” Ryan barked. “At least tell me that WCF hasn’t put him at the bottom of the card after the loss to Odin?”
“He has Night Rider again.” The man at the control desk said again, more fear in his voice.
“Fuck me are you serious?” Ryan paced around behind the desk. “These morons at WCF either think this moron Night Rider is something special, or they don’t know what they have in Vincent. Fucking morons.” Ryan continued to pace the area.
“There he is!” The man behind the control desk pointed to a camera that popped up on one of the many screens on the wall. “Toy aisle.”
“What the fuck is he doing?” Ryan asked as he tried to get closer to the camera. “Get that on the big screen and get me some damn audio.”
“On it boss.” The man went to work, the image growing three times in size. “Audio should be just a minute out.”
“Perfect.” Ryan said as he watched the screen. What is in his hands?” Ryan asked.
On the screen Vincent was sitting on the action figure aisle, a figure of Night Rider in his hands. “So it’s you and me again Rider. I remember the last time we met, do you?” Vincent smiled. “Yeah I figured you would, I mean how could you forget me?” A rather loud chuckle escaped Vincent’s lips. “Yeah it was Helloween, you were all pumped up, going to bury me in the ground, and then it was over, and my music was playing. Remember that? Yeah you do, how could you possibly forget?” More laughter and Vincent shifted as he moved the figure towards his face like it was trying to hit him.
“Oh someone’s an angry Angel of Death, it’s ok, this time I will have no qualms about giving you what you deserve, but then that is all I have ever done for you.” Vincent stood the figure up on the concrete floor and laid down on his stomach to position himself with a great view of it. “See that’s what I do Night Rider, I give people what they deserve, and last time you deserved to see how easy it can all be taken away, and that’s what I did, I took it all away from you. To me it’s a chess match, and I’m a grand master, you, well you are that 12 year old that everyone says is so good at chess, but the reality is you only ever beat family members with IQ’s lower than your age.” Vincent made the figure jump up and down and wave its fist at him.
“You should calm down Night Rider, don’t spend all of your energy now, we have so much to do, so much pain to dish out. You like pain don’t you? Me too, it’s like a drug, a drug that makes you feel alive, and it’s addictive. Wouldn’t you agree Night Rider?” Vincent made the figure appear to nod. “The problem is you like to be the one giving out the pain, and that’s just not how it’s going to happen, no you will be the one receiving the pain. But don’t worry, I will do what I can to avoid being happy about giving you the medicine that you so desperately need.” Vincent moved closer to the figure and turned his ear towards it. “What’s that?”
Returning to his view of the figure before it, Vincent just smiled. “Oh Night Rider, no I won’t take it easy on you, I won’t even give you a chance to save face. I will show the world just who you are, and who I am for that matter. See I have heard it since my return, Vincent you are crazy, you’re a crazy man, but that’s just not the case. See while you think I’m crazy, the reality is I see everything for what it is, and for the first time in a while my mind is clear, and as hard as it is for me to say this, I have to thank Odin Balfore for it.” Vincent sat up now, crossed leg with the figure before him.
“Oh no Night Rider, I don’t intend to give Odin a card or anything, I will give him the same thing I intend to give you later this week, the joy of pain inflected by a man you don’t understand, and you underestimate at every turn.” Vincent cocked his head. “Or do you overestimate yourself? Hmmm…Doesn’t really matter though does it?” Vincent laughed a loud. “What’s that?” Vincent leaned down again to the figure.
“Oh my!” Vincent put his hand over his lips as if shocked by something. “Well Angel of Death, by all means show me the best you have, bring that fury with you, because destroying a prideful man is one of the best things you can experience in this sport.” Vincent stood up.
“What the hell are you doing?” A young boy asked at the end of the aisle.
“Want a preview of Slam this week?” Vincent asked. The boy shook his head as he realized who was before him. Vincent simply smiled lifted his foot and brought it down smashing the Night Rider figure into pieces. “Remember one thing young man. No matter how much someone talks, it’s actions in the end that matter. Next time someone bullies you, punch him in the face, then see what he says.” Vincent smiled and turned just in time to see the boys dad.
“Great advice asshole.” The man stated, arms folded across his chest.
“Figured that kid needed to get some good advice at some point in his life, I mean look at him, four foot nothing and 80 pounds soaking wet, you and I both know he gets picked on. Just think about it, it all adds up!” Vincent winked and walked past the man who simply stared at the broken figure and his son.
Ryan stepped back from the screen and stared at the man at the control desk. “What the hell is going on?” He asked, the man just shrugging in response. “Copy that now.” Ryan barked and the man did as ordered giving him a disk before Ryan stormed out.
In the dark room where Henry sat Ryan played the video for him. “What is happening to him?”
Henry contemplated it for a moment. “He’s figuring it all out, it’s all coming together, my work was successful, a few more weeks, maybe a month and…” Henry trailed off and smiled.
“And what?” Ryan asked.
“You won’t be able to control him, hell I don’t even know if anyone in WCF will be able to beat him.” Henry laughed. “I succeeded.” He proclaimed through the laughter.
“NO!” Ryan yelled before he swung and drove his fist into the face of Henry, knocking the man’s head backwards so fast that his neck snapped and popped. “Fuck, damn this temper.” Ryan threw his hands up in anger, the plan was falling apart and the one man he may have been able to fix the problem was sitting dead in a chair before him. Then a smile crossed his face, maybe there was a way out of this he thought.
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
As a psychologist I am forced to make decisions, to come up with ideas, ways to push human potential to the extreme. Call it a calling from my mother who got me started at a young age. It was clear when we were young that Vincent and I would be friends for a while, two intelligent men in a small town, we clung to each other like best friends do. My mother though, she had a different idea, get me ready to take her mantle as a psychologist and finish her work in the groundbreaking field of mental manipulation.
It all started with Vincent’s family, we gave him a tragic backstory, pushed him to the edge, and still he didn’t break. His mind seemed to grow stronger, even more clearly able to identify puzzles and solve problems. My mother always said it was his coping mechanism, drama, pain, it forced his mind into what people sometimes called the zone, and there he could solve a puzzle. But that became a problem all its, the man who solves puzzles would eventually solve the biggest one of all, and that happened.
See it was my idea to get Vincent into wrestling, I mean what is better than a physical man? A smart man that is physical, but that didn’t exactly go over too well, because a smart man has a tendency to get in his own damn way in the world of wrestling. Being smart can actually be a crutch, so what I needed was a smart man that didn’t over think things, and that became the new problem, how do we make a smart man like Vincent, a problem solver, not over think everything.
So here we are today. Two weeks of experiments, and I think we are on the right page. Subject presented with a form of mental break, the loss of his parents, the repeated losing in WCF, and the subject had a break down. The hard part will be building up the mind, not losing the intelligence but reprogramming desire, rage, hate, giving him the drive to be successful.
First tests are very positive, and I think we are moving in the right direction. Subject has shown his problems solving skills are returning, he can put the puzzles together, but his anger is still amplified. This is a great sign going forward. I will every week update the progress of the treatments. Henry out August 1st 2018.
AUGUST 8TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is progressing nicely. He was able to solve the rubik’s cube in less than 30 seconds and 45 moves, marked improvement from last week. His rage and anger are static, but there are signs of confusion creeping in with the tests. He has begun to talk to people who are not there, or address people with different names. Truth is everything is moving and progressing the way we want; the subject should be ready for reintegration to the world pretty quick. His mind is like a sponge that never loses elasticity.
AUGUST 15TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject shows remarkable progress, his muscle mass is up 2% in just two weeks, his strength seeming to grow at a steady pace. His mind is sharp as ever, and he solved the rubik’s cube in 7 seconds with 18 moves. The anger and rage are static, thought they are not as ever present at all times. He seems to hold them in, a better control of them. When asked what he thinks we are doing, he responds in a manner that would remind someone of a lost five year old, this is concerning but all other tests show that there is no neural destruction.
AUGUST 22ND 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject continues to progress, mastery of emotions is becoming strong. He shows now outward signs of anger but can unleash the rage when needed. Self-preservation is very strong in the subject and two orderlies have been injured over the last week. We put him in a sparring outfit in the ring and he destroyed the opponents we lined up. There was no hesitation in decisions, and no overthinking of what was taking place. Progress is moving faster and faster every week. His desire to forget names, and misplace anger is becoming an issue though. He seems confused with whom he is talking and still reacts to questions like you might expect out of a five to eight year old. However all other signs are strong and the patient continues to adapt and grow.
AUGUST 29TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Ok something is wrong, subject has lost all problem solving skills and can no longer manage his rage. He has completely regressed and all research may be lost. I don’t know what to do, everything, all of it hinged on this. Subject might as well be a fucking vegetable at this point. He drools on himself and simply rocks in the corner of the cell. All medication has been suspended but there has been no change for the last three days, I fear all is lost and so is this one’s mind.
SEPTEMBER 5TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
There have been some changes. The subject no longer sits in the corner rocking, and has responded to visual stimuli. He hasn’t talked yet, and he seems confused when we ask him questions. However his rage is still present, and it does seem like his problem solving skills have improved from the last week, though they are very far behind where we were just three weeks ago. He can’t solve the Rubik’s cube; however he at least turned some parts of it. Maybe not all hope is lost.
SEPTEMBER 12TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject spoke for first time in two weeks. Said he wanted to go home, has not said any more words since then. He seems to be evaluating his surroundings and the rage is still present. His eyes present a man that is confused but aware. He still is not solving the Rubik’s cube, however he seems to be able to identify how to work the puzzle of the Cube. Progress is definitely going the right way, all is not lost and the hiccup of a few weeks ago appears to be nothing more than a reset.
SEPTEMBER 19TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is smart, very smart, but unable to apply it. His rage seems to be overriding his intelligence now, he has moved too far to the other side of the spectrum. Something has to be done to get this evened out. I believe that a change of medication can fix this, but we can’t rely on medication to keep the subject at a zero point status of mental stability. The problem is getting harder and I even at this time am truly unsure if it can be solved by only me.
SEPTEMBER 26TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
Subject is gone, some asshole broke into the compound and stole him. It’s been a few days but there are no signs of the subject, I can only hope that he hasn’t been released to the public, that someone is caring for him. We barely started the process of fixing his mind and reducing his rage to fix the fog in his mind. Without the medication I don’t think it’s going to get any better, and his mind is very impressionable at this time. I fear the worst, I will find my friend dead in a ditch somewhere, or worse yet used to do some heinous act, finding him is my number one priority.
OCTOBER 14TH 2018
HENRY’S VIDEO DIARY
I don’t know what to do, we found the subject, he is back in the WCF and well, I don’t know what to do. Fact is he looked good, but his mental instability was clear. I have to find a way to get to him, a way to fix him, but I don’t think that is possible now, all is lost and I have to leave, I have to make sure no one knows what I have done here. FUCK!
PRESENT DAY
Ryan reached up with his hand and stopped the video on the DVD player before turning to look at Henry in the chair seated in the middle of the room. “Man you are some kind of fucked up buddy.” Ryan rubbed his freshly shaved head and stalked around the room in his fancy three piece suit. “I mean you befriended this guy, broke his mind, and then tried to turn him into something else. That’s ballsy, and you did it all for dear old mommy.” Ryan shook his head and let out a small little chuckle.
“It’s not like that!” Henry shouted fighting against the restraints of the chair. “I know how it looks but I just wanted to make him better, give him something special!” Henry pleaded.
“You did a great job Doc, I’m not mad at ya, I just can’t have you fixing Vincent, he’s my best asset right now, a lost man on a mission to take down whomever destroyed his mind, all the while thinking that man is in the WCF. This couldn’t possibly work out better for me, so please don’t think I am upset, accept that what you have done is a beautiful thing, and I applaud it.” Ryan tapped Henry on the shoulder as he walked out of the room, door slamming shut behind him.
“Status on our boy?” Ryan asked as he walked into the control room.
“I’m not sure, video lost him in the Wal-Mart. We haven’t seen him come out, but we can’t find him inside either. We are trying to get into the video feeds inside but it’s taking a little bit longer than we expected.” The man at the control desk stated, fear filling his words.
“SHIT!” Ryan barked. “At least tell me that WCF hasn’t put him at the bottom of the card after the loss to Odin?”
“He has Night Rider again.” The man at the control desk said again, more fear in his voice.
“Fuck me are you serious?” Ryan paced around behind the desk. “These morons at WCF either think this moron Night Rider is something special, or they don’t know what they have in Vincent. Fucking morons.” Ryan continued to pace the area.
“There he is!” The man behind the control desk pointed to a camera that popped up on one of the many screens on the wall. “Toy aisle.”
“What the fuck is he doing?” Ryan asked as he tried to get closer to the camera. “Get that on the big screen and get me some damn audio.”
“On it boss.” The man went to work, the image growing three times in size. “Audio should be just a minute out.”
“Perfect.” Ryan said as he watched the screen. What is in his hands?” Ryan asked.
On the screen Vincent was sitting on the action figure aisle, a figure of Night Rider in his hands. “So it’s you and me again Rider. I remember the last time we met, do you?” Vincent smiled. “Yeah I figured you would, I mean how could you forget me?” A rather loud chuckle escaped Vincent’s lips. “Yeah it was Helloween, you were all pumped up, going to bury me in the ground, and then it was over, and my music was playing. Remember that? Yeah you do, how could you possibly forget?” More laughter and Vincent shifted as he moved the figure towards his face like it was trying to hit him.
“Oh someone’s an angry Angel of Death, it’s ok, this time I will have no qualms about giving you what you deserve, but then that is all I have ever done for you.” Vincent stood the figure up on the concrete floor and laid down on his stomach to position himself with a great view of it. “See that’s what I do Night Rider, I give people what they deserve, and last time you deserved to see how easy it can all be taken away, and that’s what I did, I took it all away from you. To me it’s a chess match, and I’m a grand master, you, well you are that 12 year old that everyone says is so good at chess, but the reality is you only ever beat family members with IQ’s lower than your age.” Vincent made the figure jump up and down and wave its fist at him.
“You should calm down Night Rider, don’t spend all of your energy now, we have so much to do, so much pain to dish out. You like pain don’t you? Me too, it’s like a drug, a drug that makes you feel alive, and it’s addictive. Wouldn’t you agree Night Rider?” Vincent made the figure appear to nod. “The problem is you like to be the one giving out the pain, and that’s just not how it’s going to happen, no you will be the one receiving the pain. But don’t worry, I will do what I can to avoid being happy about giving you the medicine that you so desperately need.” Vincent moved closer to the figure and turned his ear towards it. “What’s that?”
Returning to his view of the figure before it, Vincent just smiled. “Oh Night Rider, no I won’t take it easy on you, I won’t even give you a chance to save face. I will show the world just who you are, and who I am for that matter. See I have heard it since my return, Vincent you are crazy, you’re a crazy man, but that’s just not the case. See while you think I’m crazy, the reality is I see everything for what it is, and for the first time in a while my mind is clear, and as hard as it is for me to say this, I have to thank Odin Balfore for it.” Vincent sat up now, crossed leg with the figure before him.
“Oh no Night Rider, I don’t intend to give Odin a card or anything, I will give him the same thing I intend to give you later this week, the joy of pain inflected by a man you don’t understand, and you underestimate at every turn.” Vincent cocked his head. “Or do you overestimate yourself? Hmmm…Doesn’t really matter though does it?” Vincent laughed a loud. “What’s that?” Vincent leaned down again to the figure.
“Oh my!” Vincent put his hand over his lips as if shocked by something. “Well Angel of Death, by all means show me the best you have, bring that fury with you, because destroying a prideful man is one of the best things you can experience in this sport.” Vincent stood up.
“What the hell are you doing?” A young boy asked at the end of the aisle.
“Want a preview of Slam this week?” Vincent asked. The boy shook his head as he realized who was before him. Vincent simply smiled lifted his foot and brought it down smashing the Night Rider figure into pieces. “Remember one thing young man. No matter how much someone talks, it’s actions in the end that matter. Next time someone bullies you, punch him in the face, then see what he says.” Vincent smiled and turned just in time to see the boys dad.
“Great advice asshole.” The man stated, arms folded across his chest.
“Figured that kid needed to get some good advice at some point in his life, I mean look at him, four foot nothing and 80 pounds soaking wet, you and I both know he gets picked on. Just think about it, it all adds up!” Vincent winked and walked past the man who simply stared at the broken figure and his son.
Ryan stepped back from the screen and stared at the man at the control desk. “What the hell is going on?” He asked, the man just shrugging in response. “Copy that now.” Ryan barked and the man did as ordered giving him a disk before Ryan stormed out.
In the dark room where Henry sat Ryan played the video for him. “What is happening to him?”
Henry contemplated it for a moment. “He’s figuring it all out, it’s all coming together, my work was successful, a few more weeks, maybe a month and…” Henry trailed off and smiled.
“And what?” Ryan asked.
“You won’t be able to control him, hell I don’t even know if anyone in WCF will be able to beat him.” Henry laughed. “I succeeded.” He proclaimed through the laughter.
“NO!” Ryan yelled before he swung and drove his fist into the face of Henry, knocking the man’s head backwards so fast that his neck snapped and popped. “Fuck, damn this temper.” Ryan threw his hands up in anger, the plan was falling apart and the one man he may have been able to fix the problem was sitting dead in a chair before him. Then a smile crossed his face, maybe there was a way out of this he thought.
