Dr. Allen Newton’s head was still spinning, and he felt somewhat nauseous. His thoughts seemed foggy as if he were having a bad dream. He tried desperately to say something, anything. He even tried to force himself to scream, but all that would come out was some mumbled words. It was as if he was in a nightmare where he couldn’t speak or do anything else.

Dr Newton was watching the chain of events unfold as a spectator in The Xanthic Maize.