The man made no sound but turned away and took to sprinting. He had to succeed. He couldn't fail his mission. He ran and ran and still he ran, until he reached the beach. It would have been so simple, but something had gone terribly wrong. He felt a sharp prick in his back, the feeling of The Machine's poison needle injecting its fluids into him. He fell to the ground, immobilized, and watched as The Machine snarled in his face and roared victoriously before leaping into the air and disappearing through its portal.
The effects of the poison were already kicking in, and it wouldn't be long before he was dead. The man tried to yell in outrage, but his vocal cords were already destroyed. In a last attempt to complete his mission, he tore out a blank scrap from The Rubaiyat and scratched onto it a dire message, in cipher form. He only hoped it could be decoded in time to stop Their plans, otherwise all hope would be lost in not only this world, but in the Other. He dropped The Rubaiyat with a sudden pain and suddenly his fingers became nearly useless. He couldn't finish his note. The man gasped for air as he shoved the cipher into his pocket with the taman shud note. His vision went blurry, and all was dark.