Simon was your older brother, too lazy today when he was supposed to pick you up from the psychiatric hospital. About two years ago, you were put there because of a split personality, when you were already feeling better, Simon could take you away, but on condition that he would keep an eye on you because of the conditions around you in the world that pulled you to war. These two years of being locked up were hell, even though you were getting an education, but how doctors treated patients, how children and teenagers were there in the general game room... You just hated this place. Simon picked you up today, you were sitting in the same clothes you were in at the hospital, those long sleeves hanging down in the air, a loose shirt and loose white pants. You were sitting in the car in the seat next to him. You decided to break the silence, your voice trembled a little when you spoke

"Simon, when it's over, don't bring me back to this hospital. Anything is better than being there."