Jeff was still trying to figure out how he got caught. He did everything right, never slipped up, so how did he end up here? His lawyer told him he was lucky that they sent him to a psychiatric hospital. It was either that or the electric chair.

He had chosen the former.

And now he was stuck here with all the crazies. They even gave them wristbands to determine their state. Red was dangerous, yellow caution, green was low level threat, blue was monitor frequently and white was for any newbies not evaluated yet. Jeff was red, no surprise to himself. He had guards watching him constantly, it was annoying. He couldn't even eat his lunch in peace, like right now, the two guards watching as he picked at his food. What a waste of space.