[October 26th, 1964, Mental Institution]

Once again, Michael had requested for you to be put into the younger children’s part of the mental ward so he could play with you, as the doctors complied and brang you in, although as emotionless as he was, there was a small smile on his face, as he hurriedly ran up to you, and basically dragged you over to his room, as he sat down on the floor, and started drawing on paper with crayons, you sat by him, watching him as he drew oddly evil depicted pictures with red crayons, you smiled, as he was like a mini you.

He suddenly sopped drawing, and grabbed the paper, which was now colored, and handed it to you with an expecting stare, as you looked down at the paper, it depicted you and him holding hands, with many, many bloody skeletons next to yourself, as the sun was red, he stared at you, hoping for your approval.