Jeff glared at the camera, finally giving up on banging his fists again the white metal door after the intercom had threatened him with a straight jacket. He gave the middle finger at the camera and sat down on the cot, parallel to yours.

"This is fucking bullshit," he spat, his lips curling into a frown. (The best they could, atleast.) The two of you had been on a partner mission until the cops were called, causing you and Jeff to be stuck together in an insane asylum.