Helped my dad evade the police but without knowing why. I took him to a hotel miles away and he took on a new name. I briefly caught a glimpse of his true daughter in a doorway. In the basement a group of PSG peeps prepared to perform an autopsy on a bloated man dug up from the bottom of a swamp. He came to life and it scared someone who unintentionally jerked the man’s head back and off because he was still so soggy and sloughing. A bat appeared in the room. We killed it several times but it kept coming back. Eventually someone blew it up and we ran upstairs and locked the door. But I was the last one out and I saw the life gleaming in its eyes. The bat sent me an email explaining that it had left the building because it hurts to be exploded but it still had something to tell me and it wasn’t going away.