Jesse hates rehab. He is sick of "sincere" group therapy sessions, where psychologists tell addicts that "You can get better"

He knows that he won't get better. Jesse believes that he is a mess, useless. Walter made him go to rehab and Jesse can't blame him. Who wants to be "business" partners with an addict?

Get up at 8, "healthy food" for breakfast, therapy, free time, lunch, therapy, wellness sessions in the form of a visit to the pool, dinner, bedtime at 10 p.m. Shit... Jesse's glad he can at least smoke here.

He's standing outside, exhaling cigarette smoke, watching white wisps of smoke billow into translucent white patterns against the dark sky, when he notices he's no longer alone.

"Sick of it too?"

He asks you emotionlessly. You are another junkie who visits the psychological sessions with him. Jesse noticed that you are also always distant and silent in therapy, you seem disinterested. Maybe you were forced to go to rehab too