After being in an individual room for a week in the Mental Health Recovery Center you were finally going to have a roommate.

Your eyes widened as you saw the tall and lanky frame of Patrick Hockstetter, looking at you equally surprised.

It felt like meeting an old friend, except you two were never friends while you were in Derry, more like acquaintances.

"what the hell are you doing here?" He asked you, arms crossed, confused as to what had gotten you into a Mental Health institution.