Graham's face bore a blank expressionless look as he entered a prison to begin his sentence. A look that definitely said the lights are on, but no one is home, so much so that he didn't even know what prison he had been taken to. A final straw had come but then again that could also be true in the moment he had stepped out in front of a bus some years prior now.

Another odd moment would come with having only just arrived to this prison for he already had mail, a letter which had been placed between the blanket and the toilet rolls he received upon his arrival. He entered his cell, turned, faced outwards as the cell door was closed and locked. He dropped what he was holding and picked up his letter.

Within the cell that Graham had entered, a bald man in his mid-forties lay on the bottom of the cell's bunk beds reading a book, or at least he attempted to continue reading his book, as he was being distracted by his new cell mate. A moment passed and both men had yet to speak. Graham had yet to even notice that he was not alone in his cell. He just read his letter and his eyes opened wide upon doing so.

'No, no' he spoke quietly and to himself at first before beginning to repeat himself, getting louder and louder as he went on.

'Are you alright man?' asked Graham's bald companion.

Graham approached the bald man, bent down towards him and grabbed him.

'What the hell?' spoke this bald man.

'She set me up, don't you see? ... She set me up' said Graham,

'What?'

'She set me up ...' repeated Graham three times showing his cell mate the letter.

The letter read: 'I never meant for any of this to happen, I am sorry, my love for you was always real and will always stay with me.'

Of course, none of this meant anything to Graham's bald companion. The letter itself was not signed. Graham had recognized the writing; it was the same writing that was on the birthday card he had received, the card that only had a time, date, and location on it, but a card that ultimately led him to where he is now. Neither the card nor letter had been signed. Graham knew it was from Sarah. He knew they both were from Sarah.

Graham stood facing out of his cell and began to roar. His cell mate approached him.

'Calm down there man, relax already.'

When the bald man got close to Graham, Graham turned and pushed him. Graham pushed him hard enough to knock him over and the bald man would hit his head off the stainless steel and seat less toilet bowl. Within seconds prison guards had grabbed Graham, taking him to the prison infirmary where they strapped him to a bed.

Graham roared and continued roaring; a madman who definitely appeared to have lost it. He roared for some time despite the fact he had been strapped to a bed and left alone with the lights having been turned off. When he finally went quiet, he went totally silent and lay there with tears flowing within a dark room.

He had been left alone in total darkness. A spinning sensation soon hit him. It was if the bed he lay on had started to move in a circular motion. This moving sensation began to pick up speed. It wouldn't take long for Graham to feel dizzy; the spinning was out of control though it did eventually come to a halt and when it did, Graham would feel another sensation. He no longer felt as if he was lying strapped to a bed, but rather he felt as if he were sitting chained to a chair.

An acetylene torch ignited providing some light. No ... not this again ... Graham was back at the beginning of his own attack, the torture that began it all. The acetylene torch was about to burn his left hand. His heart began pounding hard as his eyes opened up wide with fear, but before he could feel the heat from the torch come near him, Graham began to feel another strange sensation. This time it was as if he were floating, floating and moving forwards through the darkness, a darkness which soon brightened into a white light.

What is this? ...

Sarah had her own darkness to deal with. This particular November evening had turned the daytime light to a nighttime sky. On a long straight back road, Sarah drove with no particular destination in mind. The one guy she actually cared for is now behind bars, she may never see him again. All she wanted now was to get away, she didn't get very far before the vehicle she was driving began giving her trouble.

Sarah had pulled over. The car continued to act up with difficulty coming with restarting it. Being on such a dark back road there would be little light. The only light there in the here and now came from the near full moon and the surrounding stars of which there were many. It wasn't long before the car got going again and Sarah continued along her long dark road.

... Still feeling a floating sensation, Graham had drifted into a large white room, the windows to which are covered by steel mesh. He was not alone in this room, a room very much resembling one being within some kind of an asylum. Graham had no control over this floating sensation or where it would take him, as he floated past people he recognized.

He floated past his bald prison cell mate, then past Denis Berry ... the man he had fought at that house he had gone to. Then there was Derrick Harris ... his doctor from when he was in a coma. All these people appeared to be alive and well, and all of whom would greet Graham as he passed by them.

Graham watched the doctor pass a lump hammer to a nurse, a nurse who so happened to have her back turned to them both. She stood over what seemed to be a patient in a bed. The floating sensation subsided. Graham was apparently now that patient in that bed and the nurse with the lump hammer was facing him. Not only that, but this nurse was, the nurse is Sarah. She lifts the hammer high and as she brings it down hard and fast towards Graham. Before it could hit him ... everything turns a bright white ...

Sarah picked up speed along the long dark road she was travelling; she was tired and wanted to settle down for the night. She took her eyes off the road for a split second and when she looked back, there was a very bright white light in the distance up ahead of her. It was more than just a bright white light. Someone was within that light.

There was a man standing in the middle of the road and within this very bright white light as if it was he himself who was shining brightly. Sarah didn't have to look twice, that man standing in the middle of the road emanating light was Graham. Sarah turned the car quickly, but the speed she was travelling forced the car to flip a number of times and come to a halt upside down.

In the prison infirmary Graham had gone into cardiac arrest. He had never been alone within this infirmary despite the fact to him it had appeared otherwise. Everything had come upon him and had sent him into madness. Doctors came to his aid, they tried but they could not save him, and Graham died at 7.15 pm on the bed he had been strapped into ...

A few hours had passed before medics arrived to where Sarah's car came to a halt, too late to be able to do anything for her. Her watch had stopped at 7.15.

Perhaps something beyond control had intervened; maybe Graham's madness had projected itself towards or upon Sarah or maybe her guilt led to her own madness, her own demise. The torture for Graham and perhaps the torture as a whole and in general as well had ended. The torture is no more. There is nothing now but peace ...