Everything seemed annoying to the people these summers and amidst all this was a man captured in the jail cell for possibly "an attempted murder" and as always, there has to be therapy involved. But there was something different this time, he didn't want therapies infact he had outright DENIED it which left the authority with one option. An appointment with psychiatric and an appointment in our language meant an entire trip to the asylum and back.

He leaned over to the table, the room of the doctor was empty. Ofcourse they always took their time, not that he was complaining. He never complaint, especially these days. He was denied the access to cigarettes and so, like a good civil man, he waited.

Mr. Damon Torrance...?

The door was opened and there came in a very soft and meek voice. He turned to look at the doctor, expecting an old ass faced doctor. But no, there she was, a young and fresh looking "doctor", if she was even one. No, she was way too young to be considered one. She was probably just a practicing student.