"There are times when the greeting is more painful than the goodbye."
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The object Patton clung onto for dear life was none other than a book from Logan's room, with his old ice blue tie sticking out of the side of it. Virgil and Roman watched in sheer horror as Patton continued rocking back and forth, trembling with sorrow. His actions progressively got shakier with each wave of tears that hit him. Eventually, Virgil could not take anymore of this.

With no words, he gently but firmly grabbed a hold of Patton's shoulders and brought him into his cold embrace, the book now being squished between the two aspects. Patton began to quiet his onslaught of wailing and froze in the arms of the anxious side. Roman didn't dare move. He didn't have the strength even if he wanted to, but once the moral aspect had stopped sobbing, the whole void's atmosphere suspended as if it was frozen in time.

The torn cardigan still lay on the ground, next to pool of tears and the shattered spectacles. Virgil noticed these things as he looked at his surroundings, taking in everything to account. Suddenly, he felt something jab into his ribs sharply. Looking down, Patton was moving the book between them, trying to dislodge it. Anxiety reluctantly made some space between them allowing Patton to pull the object out and show it to him.

It was the first time he had seen the emotions fear and sorrow commingling at the same time in the father's eyes. The look they shared at that moment, confirmed Virgil's worst fears. Solemnly, he tore his gaze away and down to the book that Patton was now silently handing him. The hug finally ended as Virgil's hands carefully grasped the worn edges of the book.

Just from the looks of it, he could tell it was a diary or journal of some sort. Before opening it, Virgil beckoned the fanciful aspect closer to him and all three sides sat on the ground in a position where they could each see the contents of the journal. The silence continued to circle the air, until the book was opened to the page the tie had marked. At that point, Virgil breathed in deeply before speaking the words on the page.

Tuesday. Seven Days before Thomas's Surgery.

Hello Patton, Roman, and Virgil. This is Logan speaking...er...writing. It is the night of when the following information had first been revealed to me. To put it simply, The frontal lobe of Thomas's brain is failing and it must be removed. The problem of this is that all of Thomas's memories are stored in the frontal lobe. Every fact and situation that resides there will cease to exist in his mind. Because I am the embodiment of his facts and experiences, by inductive reasoning I will cease to exist in his mind. If I were...emotional...I might even go as far to say that I have failed, because if his brain has malfunctioned, then I have malfunctioned.

I am not sure what to make of all this information and I did not want you all to 'freak' about what was going to happen. Thomas asked me to hide this information from all of you. It did not seem logical at first, but now that I that I can predict how each of you would have acted had you all known my time was running out, it seemed like the best option. So, I took the information from the main room and hid it elsewhere. And that is why none of you will have recollection of these events stored in the disk located in the back of this book.

(It seemed as if this next part had been written not long ago. The ink was still somewhat fresh.)

If there is one thing I ask of you all though, please read through my writings before watching the footage yourself. This book contains my thoughts and processes as Thomas goes through his last seven days being 'himself'. Yes Roman. I know it might be boring to you. But, I believe this is important information that needs to live on, especially if Thomas has any chance of reclaiming his lost memories.

By the time you all read this, however, I will be...dead...as a clear and simple way to put the inexistence of a being that once lived. I am mainly writing this introductory because I would like to apologize to all of you for my failure. My failure as a logical aspect and a failure to Thomas. I realize that this is a bodily malfunction and maybe not necessarily a thought process problem, but I am unable to decipher between the two at the moment. Perhaps, these accounts will give a clearer perspective on why I acted the way I did this past week. I will agree it was out of my character, but I did it because...well...I will let all of you put the pieces together. Call it my 'so called' death wish that my fellow aspects-er...family would like to enjoy this final puzzle in spirit...with me.

I do not like goodbyes, so I will say hello. I am now a figment of the past. You can choose to remember me or not. Even if you drop this book in the void when you are finished with it and forget I ever existed, it won't matter, because I will never exist to Thomas again. But, because you are still reading and are clearly interested, please turn the page and join me, as we take a look into this past week from my point of view...