This is my first attempt at "true" fan fiction, as opposed to "actor fiction".

            10:53 p.m., August 2nd.  This recording includes details of today’s analysis, along with personal reflections and opinions regarding the patient.  After completing this recording, I will write a formal analysis to be sent to headquarters as follow-up.

            The voice on the recording was a woman’s, crisp and precise.  She might have been reading from a script, but sounded as if she had done this for years.  The recording continued.

            Analysis of subject number 872941-CT, known by his records of U.S. citizenship as Castor Troy.  Date of birth, location of birth and all pertinent details have been submitted previously and are not needed for this report.  Analysis of subject is as follows…

            There is a brief pause, then the sound of rustling and a sharp tap… it sounded as if the recorder struck something lightly, then was set down again.  When the woman’s voice resumed, it was noticeably informal and almost personable.

            Mr. Troy hasn’t told me when or where we’re landing yet.  He’s a hard case to crack… when I ask him point blank, he makes an off-color joke or just ignores me completely.  So I guess, for now I’m waiting and reporting what I do know.  He has somehow managed to live a long period of his life completely cut off from all emotions, and I’m still trying to figure out the origin of this.  I have a theory, but until there’s proof to support it, I won’t go there.  But something very strange happened this morning, and I’m not quite sure why.  When I woke up, one of the other men had left a large suitcase of some kind on the floor near the bed, and I tripped on it and hit my head on the doorway.  Mr. Troy  was standing nearby, and he helped me up, then asked if I was alright.  He seemed very concerned that I might have hurt myself, which doesn’t make any sense.  He didn’t care about my well-being two days ago, so why did he care now?  He’s obviously psychotic, and this instance could just be an example of it.  I don’t know… but he had a strange look in his eye when he helped me up, almost… caring.  I don’t know, it was just not typical behavior.  End of analysis.

           There are those who can be changed, and those who can change themselves.  Then there’s the next category… the ones who can change other people.  The really scary thing about that type is that sometimes they don’t even realize they’re doing it.  They float effortlessly through life, leaving a sordid mess behind them and never looking back.  If they bring you to your knees, they don’t even notice their shadow crossing your face as they pass by.

            This is the definition of a dangerous man.