His Voice:

“It’s still a mystery. How I got here. At least on my part. One thing I am sure of is about my sanity. It has taken a time out. Locked up in between four concrete walls, with a light swinging from the top to almost warn me that in the physical I have been granted the basics to prevent myself from physical harm. But what about the sanity. I sure, by no means this assists to sooth a crazy mind. I’m like a child in a jumping castle not allowed jumping. I’m itching to gain more knowledge about how this situation got so out of hand like any kind of potential weapon I might have been in possession of before this happened. Fear can be a trust worthy companion as it prepares you for the worst and 99 percent of the time the worst you expected did not happen however the 1 percent is still there. That’s about the percentage I would have thought about me ending up in a psychiatric ward. So screw the odds. The last thing I remember is being in the bar, drinking myself till I looses my sense. Now I feel more or less like the same. Emotionally numb. Lost. Not knowing where I am. “

Doctor:

“Hello. So how are you? I trust everything is most likely quite confusing to you at this point in time but rest assured you couldn’t be in safer hands.”

He:

“I am in a dilemma. Total dilemma. Am I where I think I am? Where I have only read about and seen in the movies?

The doctor raises his eyebrows and inhales a big gulp of air looking him. Directly in the eyes.

Doctor:

“I prefer to call my patients conditions as having your mental health temporary compromised. Stigma does not exist here. Only restoration of the mind. That is why you are here. As am I.”

His eyes dart around the room as he feels it shaking and scurries into the corner of the room. His eyes are fixed on the light bulb swinging from the roof.

He:

“What kind of place is this? I don’t do drugs, I don’t…I just don’t…”

He bows his head & cries loudly.

Doctor:

“You will now…You must!”

He head lifts up and the crying stops strait away as he gives doctor a look of terror. The door

opens again this time a young attractive girl dressed professionally enters.

He:

“Why do I suddenly feel less of a human around people, and especially you!”

As he says this he points directly at the doctor with a solid finger pointing directly at the doctor and pushing his lips together with great force causing them to shake from the pressure.

Nurse:

“I can’t stress how important it is that you remain calm. Stress and anger is a bad relative of compromised health”

He jumps to his feet and start storming towards the nurse but doctor stands in his way blocking him from getting close to her.

He:

“This is not professional you can straight out call me crazy from here on. Just like I will call you both Nazis. Cos let’s face it we might as well call it how it is!”

Nurse:

“I’m sorry. Let’s start over. I am your contact nurse. “I am here to get you where you need to be. Doctor is a man of experience and heart. And I have complete faith in him.”

He:

“What about you?”

Nurse looks directly into his eyes. It is a look of deep compassion.

Nurse:

“I care. Some say too much”

Nurse leaves the room and the doctor and he take a seat next to each other.

He:

“Oh God. It’s happening again.”

Outside the room. From an aerial view two hands are seen. Wearing gloves. One black and white. The black gloved hand is controlling a lever in a console as if; it’s controlling HIM in the cell. In the screen of the console he and the doctor are seen in the cell. The lever is controlling his motion, like a gaming joystick or a remote controller. The lever makes him move closer to the doctor.

The room shakes and the light swings. As he is feeling this he tries to stand but falls to his knees… Several times.

He gets up and moves closer to the doctor. In rage, tries to strangle him. The doctor is feeling choked. And he gives a call out. The nurse runs in. The doctor is all pale. She approaches him and he kicks her with his right foot, as he is strangling the doctor.

She falls on the ground.

He leaves the doctor half dead on the ground.

The nurse opens her eyes and sees a pair of strong feet approaching her.

Outside the cell the same console and the lever is shown. The black gloved hand controlling the movements.

Next, the owner of the gloved hands’ shown. That’s, him. The patient.