I was in a place with white padded walls. I looked at myself I was in a straight jacket. A man in a white lab coat came in. "Jonathan Crane is it." He said looking at me with a smile. I looked at him wondering why I am even here. "Yes." He sat with a stack a papers in front of him. "Do you know why your here Jonathan?" I looked around at each of the white padded walls. "No I don't..." My voice was a bit shaky. He sighed "Looks like you still have some of the symptoms." I Looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" He avoid my question and didn't even tell me why I was here. "How are you Jonathan?" He asked still smiling trying to make me feel safe. It was not working. "I feel like cutting your head off with a chainsaw..." I said frustrated. His eyes widened "I will be right back ..." He said afraid and he stepped out of the room and relocked the door. I looked around again. "Walls, walls, walls." I said over and over to myself. The door opened again the same man came in but with a nurse. He sat back down going through more papers. The nurse got really closed to me. I was uneasy. "Jonathan.." The doctor said "how are you feeling today " he asked one more time.
