There's something written on the back.

Nov. 10, 1967
–Progenitor Virus administered

* Jessica

Administered virus: Type–A

Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell
activation

Virus fusion: Negative
Action: Disposed

* Lisa

Administered virus: Type–B

Plasmolyzing of tissue during cell
activation

Virus fusion:

Positive but delayed fusion.

Body modification:

Observed constant results.

Status:

Continue protective observation

* George

Action: Terminated (Nov. 30, 1967)
 

There's a journal left by someone.
 

Nov. 14, 1967

I feel dizzy after that shot they gave
me. I don't see Mom. Where did they
take her?
She promised that we would escape
together. Did she escape alone and leave
me behind?

Nov. 15, 1967

I found Mom. We ate together. I was
very happy.

But she was a fake. Not my real Mom.
Same face but different inside.

Have to find Mom. Have to give face
back to mother.

I got Mom's face back.
Nobody can have my Mom except me. I
attach her face to me so she doesn't go
away.
Because Mom sad when I meet her
without her face

Nov. 17, 19 7

from inside box, scent of mommy.
maybe true mother there.
stone box hard. It hurt. steel rope in
the way.
can't see mother becuz 4 stones.

19

dadddy atached first
momm atached scond

iNside reD and sLimy
whiTe and haRd

not true moM wheRe
dunno dadd
found mum again

whne atachd momMy
she moved no more
she screaming

why?
Jst want to b with her
 

4

mom
where?
I mis yuo

It's a letter.

To my Lisa,

Day by day I can feel my conciousness
drifting further away.
The shots given to me by men in white
clothes made some of mommy's itching
go away. Today they gave me another
shot saying it was "nutrition".

When they give me the shots mommy
can think straight, but mommy's
shocked and sad because mommy's
unable to think of you all the time.

Mommy's afraid. Afraid of forgetting
everything, especially the memories of
you and daddy... What your faces look
like, how we used to be together...
They're all starting to disappear into
somewhere dark in my mind.

Oh Lisa, I wish I could touch your face
and hold you in my arms right now, so
that I can hold on to our wonderful
memories of you and daddy.

Lisa we can't stay here any longer, We
have to escape!

Listen to me Lisa. Our chance to
escape is the next time when we go to
that lab together. We'll both pretend
that we are both unconscious and when
that man in white clothes is off guard
that will be our chance.

When we're on the outside, let's look
for daddy together. Okay sweetie?
Be strong, Lisa.

Nov. 13, 1967
Jessica Trevor