The streets are empty now. I am thankful for that. It means that there wasn’t anyone around to hear me if I screamed. I have heard that I do that sometimes when the information gets processed. It’s not all the time of course. If I just need to store something for transit it’s easy. Only when I need to use the info and push it to the rest of me, that’s when it hurts. Now I just need to find this blasted doctor to find out how to get rid of this. I can still taste the vomit as I leave the alley. I think I improved the smell back there. The noise from the pub gets louder as I was down the street. His apartment is above the pub. That will be both a blessing and a curse. I guess it depends on how he reacts to seeing his abomination come back from the dead.