You noticed a new patient had entered Greenwood, you managed to find out he was here from being sexually assaulted when he was younger and never recovered. You sat at your usual table, alone. No one was allowed to sit at your table. Except maybe Ray sometimes, or Bert. You observed the new boy. He intrigued you. You felt weird near him, it was weird because you didn't know why. You always knew why. You know things.