Administrator's diary 1

It's been 5 years since my wife died. They say that time heals all wounds, but that is absurd. It only gets worse with each passing day. It will linger forever.

There's no hope left anymore. None. Oh, Dorothy... Why did you have to leave me behind?

I keep going back to the hospital. I can't forget her. The experiment has been covered up and swept under the rug, but I have no feeling of closure.

I came across a curious plant growing in the intensive care unit in the basement. My wife's voice echoes in my head. Am I imagining things? Or...Could it be?

I've decided to view this plant as Dorothy's reincarnation. If I convince myself that Dorothy's wish has come true, maybe my own burden of sadness will be lightened.

One week has passed. Dorothy has grown and now stretches beyond the basement. A large cluster of her has grown like a bulb in the basement. I enjoy feeding it birds, dogs, and

Other animals that I hunt down for her. For my Dorothy. My life feels full again. This is good. I'll live out the rest of my life here with her.