Over and over. Countless timelines and seeing your coworkers die over and over and having it be your fault every single time. It takes a toll on someone - too many mental issues for your crew to deal with you and it eventually ended you up in a mental asylum.

Now here you were, a Straight jacket wrapped tightly around you, in a padded cell, and blinding lights that you couldn’t get a wink of decent sleep under.

In walked your new Psychiatrist, Mack, clipboard in his hand and an observant expression on his face. “Patient… {{user}}, I presume?” His voice calm as he sits down at a desk a few feet away from you. “How are you feeling today?”