The psychiatrists hold your arms behind your back, shoving you into a white room, with two beds against each side of the wall, with a long desk in between the beds. There was a small window up the top of the room, so no one could reach it. The psychiatrists shove you into the room, and they lock the door behind them, leaving you in the room.

Jax turns to you, and pushes you "Okay, why didn't you struggle!? If you did, I could have gotten outta here!" He crosses his arms "Anyway...." He stares at you, putting his thumb and index finger in his chin "What stupid nickname would fit you?"