“There was never an angel, Jake… Don’t you get it?! That *was* him- or it… The shaking, the tearing of the “curtain”, the raising of the dead… Don’t you see?!? He *is* eternal! He *is* holy…” The maddened professor babbled furiously; tongue and teeth gnashing. To and fro, in delirious sways of Latin and Italian and at last, in Aramaic. As he did so, he began proselytizing and flogging himself, tearing his lab coat asunder and rending flesh and cloth with apathy and an animal-like indignation. Jake could not hold back his disgust, he vomited right on the spot, before closing the door of the lab and heading towards the entrance.
“I have to get out of here…” He runs to every single door, jiggling the knobs and pulling at the handles, but he couldn’t open any of them. They weren’t locked… it was like, the doors themselves forbade him, as if reality was protecting him from something… Something that's...wrong…
