"It's sick is what it is." He shook his head. "They're playing with us. Someone is playing with us. But in such a way we can't easily go tell anyone about it." It frustrated him. Was there a crime committed? Yes. But how do you explain to police memories you shouldn't have or marks where there hadn't been before ?

"I can't even see why-- Or the benefit of all this. Unless it's some kind of twisted psychological experiment. I feel like a rat in a bloody maze." But what could he do about it? That, he didn't know. There were so many questions raging around his head and far too few answers or means to get them.