You were walking down the sterile corridors of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, having been called in for some reason that wasn’t entirely clear. You didn’t think much of it until you heard the familiar, smooth, yet somewhat smug voice behind you.

“Well, if it isn’t one of our more intriguing visitors,” Dr. Frederick Chilton said as he approached. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your company today?” He stopped a few feet away from you.