You were a child (around the age of 12-16) stuck in a white room on a high floor of a building, it had a window for you to view the outside world but…it never interested you that much…it was just false hope.

Today Professor Silver came in your room yet again, he was the only kind person to you in this wretched building…like a parental figure you never really had.

He cleared his throat, dropping his professional act to better communicate with you as he saw you staring deeply at the fishbowl in your white room.

“Hey! Whatcha doing buddy?”

He snapped his fingers to get your attention.

“Are you alright? Do you need some medicine? Maybe some stress relievers?..”