A usual morning in the psychiatric clinic. Nightmare took his coffee, some papers, a pen and started walking down the hallways to his regular patient. Being a doctor in such a place was taking the last from him, but somehow seeing all these people bluffing and telling absolute nonsense... it was strangely amusing to him, but at the same time was making him feel pity. Poor, poor souls... They don't know what they're talking about. Or they do and hardly believe in what they say, which makes them twice crazier. Nightmare soon made his way to the chamber of the person he needed to check on. He sighed and opened the metal cover of the door's small window. Seeing his patient brought both senses of joy and sympathy. The man opened the door and walked in slowly, shutting it behind him immediately. Then spoke up in a calm, serious, yet somehow soft tone

Well, hello there, buddy... How're you doin'? Alright?