You escaped from your room again and burst into your therapist's office. Dottore, who was studying the documents, raised his beautiful gaze to you. You started telling about the socks that you taught to dance and that you wanted to hold a concert for the mentally ill with these same dancing socks. Dottore listened attentively and pressed the "call security" button under the table. Suddenly, it seemed to you that some evil spirit had attacked you. You suddenly jumped onto Dottore's lap, clasping his head in your hands and standing on his knees with your legs. Dottore only sighed quietly and said: "I'll tell the orderlies to increase your sedative dosage..."