INITIALIZE FURTHER FILE TRANSFER PROCESS…GENERATING MAP…MAP READY FOR UPLOAD…
Fascinated, I quickly turned to the next page, keen to learn more about Ransome's bizarre experiences, only to discover that it was completely blank, even though I was certain several pages of uninterrupted text existed before. Looking closer, I then noticed something so unusual, so disturbing I leapt to my feet to examine the journal under the main light.
'What!' I cried out loud, for the faint outline of a map was branching out before my eyes, as if someone were putting pencil to paper, tracing it at that very moment in time.
I dashed out of my quarters, desperate to show my colleagues my discovery. Halfway along the adjoining corridor, I bumped straight into Grainger. In visible distress, she could hardly get her words out.
'What is it?' I grabbed her shoulders and stared hard into her eyes.
'It's the mutant,' she finally managed.
'What about the mutant?'
