[Commencing Integration]

Nothing. There is nothing, then screaming. Light, a rushing of light and screaming as the light comes in and there is a deletion, a removal and an addition, a perversion, a changing. Then there is dim awarenesses, darkness the colour of peach pressing in on the eyelids, expanding. Moaning. Softly the sheets on the body, the eyes blinking open, sharply the light slipping in through a bend in the shutters. His head was full of something thick and tacky, swelling with the blood and draining with it. And there was pain, in the body, behind the eyes, in the head. Worst of all at the nape of the neck. A hungry energetic pain that felt wrong, invasive. Cruel. Distantly he heard something echo in the back of his head.

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The sound of a child cackling.

[Integration: 15%]

Again, he passed out.