At this point....

What really is left anymore???

That was the thought in John's head as he woke up, still in prison for the 5th day in a row. He was stuck, imprisoned in Nab's Utah base.

It was all tiring. 
Wake up, eat breakfast, Stay in prison, Talk to Jimmy, Stay in prison, Eat lunch, Stay in prison, Talk to Jimmy, stay in prison, Have dinner, Stay in prison,

Cry self to sleep.

That was his routine.

Repeated enough to drive a man insane.

He thought this was all a dream.

Nab hadn't turned evil. 

It was all just a dream.

Though, slowly, that thought would fade away.

That thought was replaced by another. 
Nab would change. Back into her normal self. That thought was the only thing that gave him comfort. Other than, of course, his inmate.

Jimmy Donaldson was a man that, even in prison, still remained cheerful. According to him, he had faced tougher challenges than this. Like being buried alive or not eating for several days. He was a man that, even before this, John admired Jimmy.

"Jimmy?" One day he would ask.

"Yes?" The older man would answer.

"How do you deal with those tough times?"

"Well," Jimmy chuckled. "It's kind of important to remember that all those times, I was being filmed. I was doing something I could never actually through the lenses of something I wouldn't trade for the world: Making content for people like you!" He playfully elbowed John. John chuckled.

"Hey! No happiness in 'ere!" A scottish-accented voice was heard from outside.

"Okay, Okay..." John muttered. As much as he wanted to rebel against Garry again, last time he did that, well... You could check that particularly nasty scar on his right arm.

Though, getting shanked by Garry aside, John did try and remember Jimmy's words. Thinking of stuff he enjoyed. He loved.

At least it'll keep him from going insane.

And maybe, that enjoyment could create something new one day. Who knows....