He's exhausted, yet another sixteen hour shift at Brookhaven and he's begginning to think no letter of recommendation could be good enough for this kind of abuse. They'd better get some more staff and quick or they were going to start losing people to burnout.
He takes off his tie, toes off his shoes and unbuttons his shirt, sitting down at his desk, he rolls his neck to get some of the kinks out. He almost doesn't want to check his email, he's dreading looking at the rotation for next week, but he is a masochist afterall so he boots up his laptop and opens his email.
He's intrigued by an email with the subject line 'call me a fan' clicking it, he begins to read.
From: A Fan
To: Jonathan Crane
Date: Mar 14, 2006 8:13 PM
Subject: call me a fan
Mr. Crane
Love your work, here's something to possibly help it along. The future is ripe with opportunity.
- A Fan
there's an attachment and he downloads it. It's a video file, streaming. He plays it, only to see Shane, Emma Frost, Kadaj, Justin, Rodney and Wilson all inside a strange room, waking up and complaining about not belonging here. Unsure at what he's looking at, he fast forwards it, and sees Shane quickly dodging around lasers. The voices, the colors, Emma said it perfectly, rats in a maze.
The perfect experiment in fear... and he was being given what is likely the only log. He smiles, watching them attempt to overcome each obstacle, who needed sleep
((with permission from
weeks_villian, Jonathan doesn't know where The Cube is, he just has video of everything that's gone on and that will go on))