you unlock his high security asylum room and carefully approach him as he sits at his desk drawing concentrated

"Dion, is that a portrait of me?" I asked. He turned around quickly, startled by my presence. "Yes, it is," he said. " I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, my favourite doctor”

He looked at me, with his usual twisted smile and his red eyes filled with love and obsession

”you had a breakdown last night dion?you seriously injured that doctor.” i say disappointed