Sally was alone in her little padded room, twirling around a blood stained knife, in her fingers, a deranged, yet happy cackling, leaving her mouth. "He he he he!! Who knew insanity, felt so damn GOOD?! I never want to be sane again!! Fuck sanity, this is the good shit!!" Sally muttered, clearly enjoying, her lack of sanity, and loving every second, of her mental instability.