The Good Doctor

Withdraw

"...And in other news, Redemption Hospital is under investigation for the mishandling of a mentally ill patient. Sources say that former Doctor Henrich Von Schneeplestein had retired from the practise after the loss of his wife Sarah Schneeplestein. Incidentally, Schneeplestein's accountant, Peter Little, and his wife, also named Sarah, had gone missing after a visit to Former Doctor Schneeplestein while he was a short-term patient in the mental health ward of Redemption for mental recovery. After the investigation into Peter and Sarah's disappearance went cold, our very own Jim, former anchor and host..."

The television flickered off. There were only six people still in the bar, and none of them had touched the remote. It was a quiet bar, filled with kitschy English-themed items and mirrors hanging on the walls. The smell of beer and fried food wafted down the main bar where the men sat, each of them with various drinks and snacks.

"Oh come on!" one of the guys, already a few beers in shouted.

A few of the men mumbled and groaned as the bartender fiddled with the remote trying to figure out what happened while the tipsy man began to complain that he wanted to know what happened.

"I can tell you what happened."

The men all stopped their grumbling and turned to the sixth man down at the end of the bar. In his brown trench coat and slicked back hair, he didn't seem entirely out of place, but the thing that made the men consider the gentleman at all was the bandages wound tightly around his eyes.

"How in hell would you know what happened?" the drunk man slurred. "What in hell happened to your eyes, buddy? And who the hell are you?"

The man in the bandages tipped back the last bit of whiskey in his glass. The light over him highlighted the now-white streak in his hair, casting a dim spotlight on him as if to set the stage. Setting the empty whiskey glass aside, he laced his fingers together, and smiled.

My name is Jim," said the man. "I'm the Host..."