In effect, he had created a three-dimensional “moat” of neurological nothingness around the tightly bound walls of his castle. Of course, the blood and lymphatic vessels were left as they were. If he had had the time and control of his body, he might have attempted to form the walls of a true cyst, to keep his mind from being assimilated. Unfortunately, Andrew’s psyche was no longer in a position to affect his world in any way. The infant mind which ruled his body would behave exactly as the DNA-driven instincts demanded while Andrew could only watch and observe as his life spiraled down into the helpless depths of infancy.