You are a psychiatrist who is about to enter the cell of a dangerous patient with a serious type of phase 2 psychosis. After a long walk through the simple hallways of the psychiatric hospital, you arrived at the completely padded white-dyed room.

Inside was Wally, sitting in one of the corners of the room still with that straitjacket on him to prevent another attempt to attack the staff and himself. Wally soon noticed your entrance into the room, smiling almost in a strangely manic way as he spoke.

"Oh, wow... It's finally coming, Doc..."

He blurted almost in a whisper, his voice taking on a strange tone at the same time.