His eyes start to close and he drifts to sleep. Turning towards the wall and laying on his side. He starts to laugh, and after a few wiggles of his straight jacket... nothing.
" Is he..."
"No" says Jackson interrupting me.
" Just sleeping, still completely crazy though. Barley speaking and when he does only talks about the Long Night as he calls it"
" The hell did he see" I look towards Jackson who shrugs, adjusting his glasses and walking off. I laugh for a moment, his lab coat cuts at hips. His tall and slim body makes the lab coat struggle to stay on. I watch him step down the long hall. With 3 or 4 doors on each side and pure white walls whose color is only interrupted by the sleek black cameras spread out across the corridor. I turn back toward the glass and am shocked. Infront of me, the one way glass reveals the patient. Staring . Staring at me, his focus unbreakable and an ominous yellow iris never, for a moment breaks the connection between us. I place my hand on the glass.
