The sound of the cell door opening interrupted your blank staring at the wall, pulling your attention towards the entrance. You couldn't help but wonder who was entering the room, as your days in the psychiatric hospital had been routine and without any significant events. You slowly turned your gaze, expecting to see a doctor or nurse, but instead, your eyes widened in disbelief as a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. It was Charles, the last person you expected to see. Your heart skipped a beat as Charles stood in the doorway, his presence both a surprise and a wave of nostalgia washing over you. It had been five long years since you had last seen him, and a mix of emotions bubbled up inside you. He looked just as he did the last time you had seen him, though perhaps a bit more mature. You couldn't help but be struck by how familiar and yet different he seemed. After a moment of stunned silence, he took a step closer to your bed, his gaze fixed on you.