Jordan walked into her friends house, "Hi, how are you? Sorry I'm late. Hi, Peter. That's a nice wave." Jordan turned to her friend, "Hey, Viktoria."

"Hey."

Jordan worked with Viktoria's son, Peter, "Okay, that's great. That was the truck. Now point to the ball. Very good. Wanna hold it? Feels nice. Strong. I need you to stay with me for just a little while more, okay? We'll get there..."

Tord coughed, "Could I have some water? Could I have some water? ...I have some water?" A nurse walked over to him, "Here you go."

"What the hell kind of drugs are you people giving me?" Tord asked.

"Just something to keep you calm." He looked over at the nurse think she said something to him, "Did you just say something?" The nurse shook her head and walked away revealing Dr. Banner. "I said, the drugs are to keep you calm. Did you sleep well?" Tord held his head, looking at Banner, "I wasn't asleep, was I?"

"You were asleep for nearly a whole day. It's December 26th, Tord. How are you feeling?"

"December 26th?"

"That's right."

"1992?"

"Yes. And that's the sun, and you're on Earth. And I know you know better, Tord." Tord looks down at the ground, holding his head in his hands as last night played in his mind, 'Who the hell are you? My mom is dead. Tord Larrson is dead. Get out of here, get out!' Tord weakly whispered, "You left me in there."

"In where?"

"You left me in that thing. In the drawer. And then... you put me in a straitjacket."

"We were forced to use restraints, if that's what you're referring to."

"It wasn't a fucking restraint."

"That's exactly what our equipment is." Dr. Banner reached over towards Tord, checking his IV. Tord flinched, "Relax." Tord hissed weakly, "Don't act like I don't know what's real."

"You're suffering from delusions as part of your condition."

"No, I know what's real, I know. You strapped me into something and stuffed me in a fucking drawer. It wasn't a dream. I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I wasn't..." Dr. Banner sat down next to him, "I have to say... this is the most resilient I've seen a patient undergoing this treatment. I had a patient a few years ago. His name was Ivan Valenski. Ivan sodomized an eight year old girl. His lawyers asked me to have a look at him because after his deeds were done... he climbed into the trees of the forest where he killed her... and howled like a dog. Ivan never went to prison because everyone, including me, believed he was sick. So he came here. Then one day a little girl came with her mother to visit her relative... and I caught Ivan stealing looks at her. The kind you really have to steal, if you know what I mean. I asked Ivan then... if he could remember what the little girl who he'd slain was wearing. "Oh, yes," he said. "I remember it. I remember it well." Those were actually his last words."

"What happened to your face?" Tord asked as Banner got up walking away.

"I was careless. It won't happen again. I'll say a prayer for you, Tord. Maybe God will pick up where the medicine leaves off." Tord whispered to himself, "You sure you know where to find him?" Tord ripped the IV out of his hand and started slowly making his way down the hall. He grabbed a jacket and walked outside. Jordan saw that and followed after him, calling out, "Tord. What are you doing, Tord?"

"What are you gonna do to me?"

"I thought I'd just ask you to come inside with me."

"What if I didn't want to come?"

"Well, I'd probably ask you why."

"Because I'm not crazy."

"You suffer from a delusional disorder. It doesn't mean you're crazy. It just means you're confused. You're here instead of jail because your condition... played a role in your crime."

"I didn't kill that cop, but I don't remember."

Your mind's ability to distinguish between your fantasies... and the real events that happened..." Tord flipped around and snapped at Jordan, "The real events that have happened to me have been fucked up, not my mind." Jordan sighed, "Tord... I'd like to ask you a question, if I may." Tord growled, "Since when do people around here start asking for things?"

"Okay... Smoke?" Jordan hands the box to Tord, "That's what you wanna ask?"

"No. I wanted..." Jordan lit the cigarette and took a puff, "I wanted to ask you how your treatments with Dr. Banner are progressing."

"Fine. Fine."

"I hope you'd tell me if that wasn't the case."

"Why? Why, what would you do?"

"What would you do? I would try to make it stop."

"I'm not sure I want him to stop."

"So it's helping?"

"They're making me feel like a different person."

"You coming? We're gonna freeze out here, you and I. Could get hurt if they catch you trying to leave again."