“Artemis,” she said, forcing a note of positivity into her voice, “Dr.
Argon wondered if you had any kind of record of . . .”
“My descent into madness?” completed Artemis.
“Well, he actually said, the Complex’s progression. He said keeping
a journal of some kind is common among sufferers. They feel a great
need to be understood after . ..”
Again Artemis completed the sentence. “After we die. I know. I feel
that compulsion still.” He tugged off the ring from his middle finger.
“It’s my fairy communicator, remember? I kept a video diary. Should
make terrifying viewing.”
Foaly took the ring. “Let me zap that down to Argon. It will give
him a little insight before he gets you strapped into the crazy chair.”
The centaur realized what he had said. “Sorry. Cabelline is always
saying how insensitive I am. There’s no crazy chair, it’s more like a
couch or a futon.”
“We get it, Foaly,” said Holly. “Thanks so much.”

- The Atlantis Complex, Epilogue