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2nd October // 2006
We had another really close call a few days ago. It made me think about something I’ve tried to avoid thinking about for a while, and I don’t really like writing about the bad of it all, the guys will always remember the worst days too well for their own health. But, in this case…
Not many good things happened to Dr. Stockman, and I’m worried he won’t be remembered for the good things nor the bad, so I’d like to write down my own memories of him from before we parted ways, as well as what I’ve been able to find out about him after our last encounter.
Baxter Stockman was born on December 31st 1967 and grew up living only with his mother, who passed away when he was about sixteen. He finished multiple schools in record time, and would start getting invited to seminars by the time he was twenty. Of course, this was incredible to me! What an inspiration!
Oh god, he was just 36 when
I met him in 2002, coming onboard as a research assistant, and our small team opened Stocktronics Inc. a year later, debuting with the first model of the Mousers, originally made to one day handle the city’s pest control. Stockman had great goals for them, always promising us that “the sky’s the limit.”
Early on, he mentions in an interview for a school paper that this phrase is something his mom used to say, which is very sweet. I wonder why he never mentioned that after he got famous, it seems like a very heartwarming story to tell.
Did he see her in my eyes?
Did he see himself?
Did he see who he used to be?
He called for his mother, the last time we met. I hope they get to meet again someday.
Casey and the guys aren’t really enthused about this whole entry, and that’s fair, but before everything, in my eyes, he will always be a brilliant person. I think his passion should be remembered.
The sky's the limit. I hope my and Donnie’s research will help us reach further up, every day.
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Cody closed the journal. Despite having read it many, many times before, the scribbled out parts remained a mystery to him. April never changed her mind this much in her writing, and whenever she’d made a mistake, she would simply draw a line across it, she wouldn’t bother blacking out the whole passage.
Maybe she had more thoughts on Doctor Stockman, but decided against preserving them through the journal? He supposed that would remain a mystery.
He looked over to a news article left open on his work desk. The attached photograph was of a human reporter and a strange, one-eyed creature with tentacles.
The boy smiled. He wasn’t sure what his actual ancestors would (will? Already did?) think about where Dr Stockman ended up, but the turtles, while they were here, seemed to think it was fair enough.
That was a victory in Cody’s eyes.