James shoots upright, blinking profusely and rubbing his head. He has the worst headache he's ever experienced and... What was he doing in the Containment Cell of SCP-3999...?

Something is knocking on the door to his mind, but he shuts it out. He's still alive. Nothing happened. SCP-3999 doesn't exist. Not anymore. Not ever. Something about that fact fills Talloran with joy, just before he blacks out again.