SCP-3761 woke up in an abandoned warehouse. He remembered the aftermath. The death. The destruction. He wanted to show the people. They must see. They WILL see. So he got up off the floor and walked out the warehouse. He walked into an alleyway. Anybody staring at him would certainly see. They will all see. A woman passed by. She didn't even glance at him. A fat man with a beard. Looked at him, but not for long enough. A business man in a business suit with a briefcase. Stared at him. He saw. He fell over, given the glory of the sight. He, like them all, will see. Hours passed. Many sightings. Many people have been shown. This is good. A few more days, and this entire town will have been shown. Eventually, the state. Then, the country. And eventually, them all. But for tonight, sleep is good. He walked into the abandoned warehouse and crawled asleep on the floor.