But in the real world, the one we live in until such times as SPAM emails offer us an escape from it all via a red pill and some penis-stretching equipment, the events of The Spiral take a somewhat different turn.

Because no one really is very interested in the mother and child and the parenticide. Lets face it, everyone was shitting themselves with excitement to find out what the fuck ever happened to the guy that died after the crawly-woman arrived.

Yeah, sure, he died, but what happened?

Well, here's what happened, according to the good folks behind The One What Was So Shit They Pretended It Never Existed.

Turns out this bloke had a friend back in the day, the day being the day after he enrolled at Med School, and then for a few days after. So this friend is now a bloke what does autopsies, but he's also suicidal it would appear, since we see him holding a knife to his wrists, but since such piffle is never examined again, we could also assume he was trying to burst some fucking acne growth of some such on his skin, but there's no time to worry about that, since the bloke what died starts talking to him, saying things like "Why the fuck are you cutting me up? What's with all this gore? What's going on?" and so on, various other exposition-based dialogue.

We also learn that back in the day we discussed earlier, these two fools had some sort of secret code worked out, for fun, and they would send each other messages, and encode them with numbers, so, 1=A and 6=, perhaps Q, and 43876543265843 probably means "That Professor Is A Cocksucker." Then they might giggle a bit.

Anyway, during the course of the autopsy, this gentleman finds a piece of brown paper hidden away amidst the dead fella's guts, and wouldn't you know it? It's got a code on it.

Maybe he knew he was going to die, and so swallowed some paper so that when this great friend of his sawed his ribs open, he'd find it, and know exactly what to do.

He wants him to destroy that dang old video what's been killing folks and generally getting all uppity.

And then there's some nonsense about the video, but there's also this journal, what the woman in the first film kept, and it turns out people who read this fucking pretentious nonsense get some virus of some sort.

Maybe smallpox?

Nope, it's not smallpox, because believe it or not, these people actually consider the notion that it might be smallpox. Buts it's not. It's some other fucking carry-on of some sort.