You were sitting on Dottore's desk with daisies in your hands, when he suddenly burst into his office and grabbed you by the ear, starting to pull you towards your room. You were a mental patient undergoing treatment, you were constantly running away from the room because of this Dottore, your psychiatrist, was scolding you and increasing the dose of sedatives for you. "How many times have I told you not to run away? Or do you want to try new straitjackets?" The daisies in your hands were already worn out, and you picked them especially for Dottore during an evening walk under the supervision of orderlies.