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air. He had asked me a simple question but that wasn’t all he was trying to do. He was hinting at something more. He was telling me that he was watching me. The pages in the script…they implied that he had been watching me for days before this. But his question and the perfect timing of his call…it all pointed towards something else which was equally overwhelming–he was watching me right then as I stood there holding the phone against my ear talking to him. That is the only way he could have known what I was doing just before his first call. That is the only way he had managed to call me almost immediately after I had disconnected the call with Frank.
    I looked up through the window before me at the street outside. I turned left to look out the other window which faced a perpendicular street. I could see nothing out there in the darkness. But he was there, somewhere, keeping watch. And he saw me…he saw me looking for him.
    “Yes, doctor,” he said, “You got me. I am watching you…just like I have been watching you for many days before this.”
    I felt gripped by a strange tension.
    “Once you are done writing your journal for the day, I want you to send it to me. Turn over to the last page of the script that I left for you. You will find an email address there. I want you to send your journal from today to that mail address.
    “Also, doctor, I want you to be truthful. If you lie…I will know. In writing, we humans reveal what’s on our minds. You’ve peeked into my mind through the script that you hold. Now, I want a peek into yours. But you are on the clock, doctor. The day is coming to an end. You have about forty minutes.
    “And, doctor, don’t do anything rash. Do not infuriate me. I am watching you and you know that I am not a very forgiving person.”
    He put the phone down as I still processed everything that he had said. There was something about his last words.
    … you know that I am not a very forgiving person– was he implying that he is someone I know? That he is someone I have met before? How else am I supposed to know anything about him?
    I have spent over half an hour trying to answer that question, even while writing this journal entry. But I do not have the answer yet. I do not recognize his voice. I believe that he knows it. I believe that if he really wants me to recognize him, it is only a matter of time till he reveals himself. I just have to follow his lead, his script. That’s the only choice I have–to cooperate.
     
     
    6: Robert’s Recollection – Of Day 9
     
    “And, doctor, don’t do anything rash. Do not infuriate me. I am watching you and you know that I am not a very forgiving person” he said. Then the call disconnected. There were forty minutes left for the day to end.
    I sat at the desk for a few seconds trying to handle the realization that I was being watched at that very moment. I felt like a rat in a lab…subjected to a series of impulses to see how I responded. He could see everything I was doing…and that constrained me from taking any action against him. Any attempt would be futile.
    The only thing I could do secretly was think and plan. But my mind was handicapped by a concoction of fear and panic, refusing to think ahead. I pulled the laptop closer to me and waited for a few minutes till my head cleared. He wanted me to write about everything that had happened since the moment I had heard the ring of the phone in the living room. And I had very little time to do that.
    In a sudden moment of clarity, I realized that it was the only action possible in the short timeframe that was available to me before the day ended. I started to type rapidly, putting everything I remembered of the conversations with him into my journal.
    With five minutes left for the day to end, I picked up the script that I had extracted from the light blue envelope and found the mail ID that he had referred to. Three minutes after, at 11:58 pm, I clicked the send button on my