*Allen's looking a little on edge when he starts the recording, half annoyed and half wary.*

I think...we need to talk. In person, preferably. Meet me in the third floor library when you have the chance.

 I trust everyone has recovered from their illness. In any event, I wanted to propose an idea I I share, one that originated back in the facility:

An educational system, or a school if you will. While there are lessons on fighting by others and training your body, I believe there needs to be a system to help balance the mind, and hopefully, make those not comfortable with each other slowly ease into that state. It is a flawed idea to be sure, but nothing in any world is perfect. Not even the tower moderators.

For those that wish to join, you can find me in the library or the kitchen most often, or simply reply here. Classes aren't mandatory, but are recommended. After all, there are many children here being deprived of some education.

[Would you rather have death on the mind, kids?]

And, to those I attacked while I was hallucinating under the effects of the disease: I am sorry.

[Marty looks visibly upset, frowning and sort of linefacing.]

Uh hey... has anyone seen Doc Brown around? He's sort of disappeared, and his name isn't on our room anymore.

I'm really hoping he hasn't gone home.