Kit when he is talking to you through the bars of his cell.

"I'm not crazy." Kit whispered to you, he struggled slightly with the straitjacket he was in. You both were in Briarcliff, but neither of you belonged there.

"I know, Kit." You gave him a reassuring smile, "You'll be out of here soon, it's just what they do to new people to try and scare them into submission." You explained to him, gesturing to his straitjacket.

You could hear footsteps coming from down the corridor. If you were caught here, you were sure to get into a lot of trouble.

"Someone's coming. Take this." You muttered, opening a hatch on the door and pushing through some bread that you nicked from the kitchens, "I'll be back soon." You sent him a sad smile and left. Kit watched you walk away in awe, wondering how someone as nice as you ended up in a place like this.