That One Patient

Two days ago, we finally got the Enhanced MSR from the princesses in Canterlot. I have to say that it’s been working like a charm. But even then, we have to take every precaution to ensure the safety of the other patients here. As such, the decision was made to move Apollo to a more secure residence in C-Wing. This residence had some modifications to it that would block any and all magic from getting in or out. So no matter where he’ll be, there’ll hopefully be no incidents like the last few. Quite ingenious actually. Also, his free time has now been restricted.

But before we were able to get everything in check, yesterday we had an incident where… well, it started when Apollo refused to leave the break room after free time was up. Not wanting to be moved, he fought with the orderlies until he lashed out with his magic, causing the patients in the facility to go into a frenzy. The outburst was so strong that it actually shattered his original MSR. Even the staff had trouble trying to contain him and it took a good ten minutes before they hit him with a potent sedative. He was out for an entire day due to the dose.

All in all, he was passive for the entire day even to the point of being well mannered. Whether or not it can be attributed to his change of rooms, the new MSR or both, it’s debatable. Yet, it was a welcome change of pace but it reinforces my idea of mood swings being one of his main problems among other things. His cheerful attitude reminded me a bit of Pinkie Pie when I talked to her a year back. Hopefully, this will be a constant and we can avoid further trouble.

During today’s interview, he was rather cheerful, much more so than usual. We talked about a lot of stuff but I didn’t mention that one dream I had where he was seemingly in it. Felt that would break his seemingly good spirits. Topics ranged from the mundane to who this Mr. Skull is. However, he was able to draw what looked to be a crude stick sketch of what Mr. Skull (at least how his mind sees him) looks like. He looked somewhat like a pony but hairier than most ponies with horns and a somewhat short mane. At least we now have a rough idea of who Mr. Skull looks like.

In regards to the drawing, I’m going to cross-reference it with any known figure in the libraries I can access. We’re geeting into the meat of this whole investigation and it’s starting to make the hairs of my coat stand straight. Perhaps when we can solve this, we can end this before it can get worse. It’s always in my own personal nature to expect the worse. I’ve had my fair share of things getting worse. It’s an old familiar feeling for me that killed my optimism.

Everglade, my love, I miss you dearly.