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Erik finds himself awash in the midst of an utterly confusing and chaotic mesh of thoughts. He is still dripping in his wetsuit, but has been brought aboard an American government vessel while a man who has been inside his head tells him that he is not alone. This night has been filled with similar discoveries and he thinks of the diamond-woman and Schmidt's associates, but he cannot stop thinking about the torturous loop to his past and the voice in his head.

Calm your mind.

Like an order. Perhaps more unsettling is the way he had acquiesced. With towel in hand, Erik begins to think of ways off the ship. He felt the metal of the submarine singing through his veins, knows the direction it's headed in. He needs only find a way to follow it, which should be easy enough.

And this time, he'll be more accurate when it comes to destroying his creator.