At exactly 2pm a copper haired nurse would knock on the steel door and inform me of my appointment with Dr. Clarke. The knock never came. Instead, at 3.35pm a brunette nurse simply waltzed into my haven like she owned the place. My brow raised as I examined her. She was rather tall and her smiling brown eyes were definitely her best feature. She was a few paces from me closer than the red head ever dared. I had never seen her before and it was quite obvious she was new and hadn't been told not to stand so close to those in block C (for Completely and Utterly off their rockers). I could only hope she was informed soon or rather never assigned to Patient 58C. Brad liked to bite. The smile never left her face as she said, "Your parents are here to see you." Confusion painted my features. My mother was dead and had been for years. Suicide. Tragic. My father, well, he couldn't care enough to care. There was no way he'd ever visit me. At least not willingly. "I don't have parents." She seemed surprised. Ah yes, humans could lie. Shocker. Her naivety was suffocating. If she kept this up, this place would swallow her whole. "Well, there is a gentleman who's very interested in speaking with you." Well, she recovered quickly. "So?" "You should meet him." "Why?" "He thinks you aren't insane." The laughter burst out before I could stop it. Nurse Naivety had taken several steps backwards. Ha. She's learning. "Who doesn't?"