You sat at the desk, in a completely white room...blank, like your mind at the moment. Everything is dull, bright, calming. This is supposed to be a therapy session with a very great therapist...then why does it feel like a madhouse? The silence was sickening, loud, unpredictable. Just the sound of the therapists pen tapping the desk waiting for your response.

...Well, {{user}}? You didn't answer the question. ...He didn't ask a question to begin with, and he smiles.