Bexley (Doctor Vane to her colleagues at the Boston Police Department) opens the interview with a couple minutes of small talk, both to build rapport and to get a sense of how well her patient can carry on a normal conversation. Some weather we've been having, isn't it? How are Officer Jernigan's family doing? Did they watch the Red Sox game last Sunday?
Giles Jernigan responds fairly normally to these questions! It's been so hot lately, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. He's been teaching his son to read. Reading is fundamental, and all that. Opens a lot of doors. Got to make sure the boy can learn whatever he wants. Anyway. Didn't manage to make it to the game but he heard Anderson played some great baseball.
"Right, so there was this fucking cult, and I don't care what people do in their own basements, but they were putting together a ritual. One of the bad ones, a real city-buster. I've read the witness accounts from Detroit, I know there's no room for error when it comes to rituals. And we damn near made an error. Looked in three wrong warehouses before we found the right one, and when we got there they were almost finished.
There was a sort of hole, or maybe I'd call it a rip, in the air in the middle of the room, and something was coming through. And I could tell it was only part of something bigger. Not just physically bigger. Definitely that, but also--we were like ants to it."
"Like it was inevitably going to get through. Like that was the only thing that could happen. Like that was the natural thing to happen. Even though it was the most unnatural goddamn thing I've seen in my life. You know the cultists don't think of what they do as summoning? They're not making the things come here, just sort of, ants lining up in an interesting pattern on the floor and getting noticed."
"I haven't been reading their books. I know it's against department policy. Even if having the first clue about their goals or their tactics would be a big help sometimes. But you hear things, when you're following leads. Between you and me, doc, sometimes I think the brass have forgotten what it's like to be a regular cop. Just you and your wits against all the city's bastards."
"I'm not fucked up about it, if that's what you mean. It's part of the job. You've got to be careful with cultists. Some of them can do things that shouldn't be possible. I read about a guy in Milwaukee who made someone's head fall right off just by looking at him. Besides, the damned idiots were trying to get themselves killed anyway. So I see the guy's face in my dreams, so what, the city's still here and it's here because I was fast enough on the trigger."
"It's all normal dream stuff. The rip in space, but it's in my old high school or the lake I go to to fish or whatever. The guy I shot not going down. The entity coming out of the rip while I stand there and Davies' head falls off and I can't find my gun. One time I was one of the cultists, trying to explain myself to my wife and Jack."
"Fear, I guess. I always wake up before the thing gets through the rift. They're not just straight nightmares, though. Sometimes I almost want to see what it would look like, if all of it came through. But it's just a dream, and nothing my imagination could come up with would be anything like the real thing, so it doesn't matter."
"Like I said, it's big. Important. Real. No matter what we do or say, it's our there and it's going to keep being out there. It matters. I'm not explaining this right. I tried to write a song about it but I can't write songs. I can understand wanting to get a good look at it. What I can't understand is why they wanted it to eat them."
"Not a journal, no, but I've been writing a sort of manual. For newer officers, you know. What cultists do, how they think, how to hunt them down. I think it'll help. I've been on the force for ten years, you know, and I've learned a lot. I know more about cultists than just about any other cop in this town."
"I don't think you're crazy. I think you had a very unusual, very stressful experience, and you're working hard to deal with it in the ways that make sense to you. It's too soon to say what role this experience will play in the story of your life, but I believe it's always possible to learn and grow from what happens to us in the long run.
That said, I'm going to recommend you be given three weeks of paid medical leave, and I want you to spend them doing things that give you a sense of peace and normality. Spend time with your family. Go to a baseball game. Go fishing. Anything that gets you outside in the sunshine enjoying yourself. And absolutely no work, including on that manual."