After grabbing the note from her hand, he would begin reading. The note wasn't as crumpled or inky as the previous ones, perhaps it could have been a result of the pill, it was not a clear situation for Thompson. It appeared that most of the stuff that happened in the had affected him in real life. It seems that he had released those energy waves out in real time and that it had ripped apart his blanket, and bed sheets. Thompson decided to just let it all pass and that he could go out and buy a new blanket and bed sheets a different time, but it quickly appeared that he had somehow melted a hole in the roof that would reach into the dusty attic.
Remembering the note in his hand he would begin to read. "Dear Thompson, I have realized your work so far and you are getting closer and closer to rescuing me.I know it may be difficult but after this dosage you may be able to locate my true body. I had never ended my life it was a mere setup to make it harder for you to uncover the truth. Wilhelm will assist you through your journey once he arrives from the facility, from there on it is only you and him against the world. But in the end, we will be together again life and life and we will spend the last of our days together.
From your truly."
The note seems off the scriptures were different this time. But there was not much to look through, he decided to ignore the handwriting and focus more on saving his true love. It was not long before another creature had appeared in his house, this time it seemed more aggressive, furious and mad at the fact that the previous one had been removed from its life. The aggressive creature was taller, lanky and had long sharp claws almost like razor blades. It would leap towards Thompson as if it was a bunny. The creature didn't have the face of anyone he knew, but rather a white mask with a poker face. The mask would split into 32 segments revealing it was a closed mouth and the white parts of the mask were simply just teeth coming together like a puzzle. The strange movements of the creatures' arms would lead to them spinning around. Thompson jumped to the right to try and avoid but it appeared his arm had been cut up. There were small thin cuts all over his arms and blood would be gushing out. Suddenly the creature would crash into a wall as it squirmed on the ground it would stand up tall being bent from the neck by the roof. Thompson would strain hard as his chest began glowing powerfully as a small beam of yellow light would flash the creature, and unsuspectingly it would fall down almost like the light was burning the creature severely.
This led to it becoming even more aggressive, leading it to make a high pitch noise piercing his ears heavily. He would use one of his arms to cover his ears as he began screaming back charging up yet another beam of yellow light way large as it would be a direct hit on the creature. The extremely radioactive beam would destroy the shadow creature as a small pill would fall onto the ground. The creature was completely destroyed. Thompson would be catching his breath. Slowly walking forward, he would make his way towards the pill to grab it as a sudden ring on the door could be heard as well as some knocking.
Grabbing the pill and quickly pocketing it Thompson would grab a dirty shirt from the couch, putting it on and buttoning it up to not look wasted if there was someone important at the door. Slowly opening the door, a man in a coat and slick back hair would be standing in front of Thompson.
"Hey Thompson! My man, long time no see. Remember your good old therapist, just wanted to come on and check up on you since it's been quite a few months without a visit from you!" said the man at the door with a warm tone almost seeming to be a good friend of Thompson.
"I-I'm sorry but who are you...?" Said Thompson while he looked at the possible stranger up and down.
"Thompson it's me, your pal? Your therapist? Clark...? Have you seriously forgotten me? I know it's been a few years after it happened, but I didn't know it would be this bad." said Clark in a confused yet curious tone.
"Look mister, I erm, don't know who you really are but what happened to me a few years ago...?" said Thompson, equally curious.
"Well, if I must remind you, it was when you returned from that trip to the Americas and you suffered severe brain damage and had been hospitalized, it was also when you figured your wife had ended her own life. You and I had a whole ton of hours together we would even go out drinking, you remember that right?"
"I can't seem to remember any of this but your name... it sounds so familiar, but I can't fully recall it. Look lets go out to a place other than my house." Thompson said as his shirt was slightly bloody from the battle, but Clark would notice this.
"Hey uh Thompson your left arm seems to be bleeding you might want to check that out."
He said as he pointed at the blood stains leading to that Thompson would slam the door shut excusing himself quickly. He would take off his shirt seeing that the cuts had grown together quite quickly leading to a bunch of scars. Thompson would run upstairs to get some fresh clothes before leaving the house. It ended up with a nice blue and white Hawaiian shirt and some cargo pants. Thompson would also take the pill out of his old pants and put them in his cargo's.
Making his way downstairs to the entrance door he would slide out the door not letting Clark see the inside state of his house that much.
"Alright let's go somewhere so we can talk together. I Trust you enough with my secrets before forgetting you I'll trust you with after."
"Wait what do you mean? Are you saying you want a different kind of therapy? Like out in the public?"
"Yes." said Thompson reassuringly.
"Sure, I know a good cafe, and don't worry about money this session is free of charge."
Clark and Thompson would so on make their way towards a nearby cafe that was often empty but managed to stay open. The walk was quiet and strange for the two. They eventually made their way to the cafe Clark was talking about as they sat down by some outside chairs to get some fresh air. Thompson would order a black coffee and Clark would order some black coffee with milk and sugar. "So uh, Thompson how do you want to start this...?"
"Well, I don't know any other way to explain this other than with this pill." He said as he grabbed the pill from his cargo pants and held it up in front of Clark.
Clark would be struck with a realization that Thompson hadn't forgotten what had happened all those years ago, what had happened in that facility is slowly coming back to him, there is no reason to hide the truth from him, not anymore at least. Clark would grab a small microphone from his shirt, ripping it out and throwing it under his shoe to break it.
"Alright Thompson I'll stop playing stupid with you. The American government had sent me over to you to see if it was really, you who let Wilhelm out and I thought it was impossible but it's clearly not. Does the name Chaus Austerreich sound familiar to you?" said Clark in a serious tone while looking at Thompson.
"Wait what?! You know about Wilhelm Frick, the machine including this pill?!?"
"Yes, I was your therapist in the facility. After the Nüremberg titan had been frozen down, we managed to salvage what was left of you. I had single handedly worked my way through your head to make you forget, but it seems that Wilhelm and Chaus are trying to re-contact you and make you, their vessel. Your wife isn't out there, it's jus-" his voice would cut out
