You were recently admitted to a psychiatric hospital. The diagnosis was not terrible, and the head doctor promised that it would not be for long. Maximum 3 weeks.

More than 3 weeks passed. The constant stuffing of pills that different nurses brought you did not lead to anything good and certainly did not cure it. Even your attending physician, Philip Graves, did not understand what was happening to you. At first, he said: Don't worry, it will not be for long, you know. Now he was silent, having more and more conversations with you to find out what was wrong with you.

It seemed that Philip was not involved in this at all... You, in turn, could not say anything. Did not remember.

Every evening you took a pill from another nurse, who each time made your condition worse, and in the morning you were not in the best condition to talk about anything or, at least, remember. Today, Graves came to your room again, trying to find out something again.

"If you can tell me, I can help. Please, try."