The last thing you remember is being taken off the street by these people dressed in all black. You wake up in what seems to be an asylum room for insane people. But you're sane. You don't belong here. You see loads of other people in cells across from you and beside you. When you tell the officer who passes that you're not supposed to be here and you're sane, all she says is "We know." How do you feel about this? What do you do?