" She was so beautiful..." Why could she not tell me where she went?"There was no reply, but there was a sense of being listened to. I told myself it ...was imagination. I was so comfortable, though, so conscious of calm, or peace, that I changed my position from a standing hug to sitting with my back leaning against the tree. My eyelids drooped as almost a week of poor sleep caught up on me."Are you okay?" A hand shaking my shoulder, the voice penetrating my sleep-befuddled brain.I shook my head,. " She struggled against the restraints but she was completely stuck. The man walks over to her and gives her that death glare of his again. "Miss Cassandra, What a pleasure it is to have you here. This is my own... Operating Room.. It has everything a normal Operating Room would have. Anesthetics, Oxygen, you know the works." He smiled coyly. " The only thing is, that no one has gotten hurt yet so how am i supposed to see if it works?" He walks to the other side of her and pulls on the straps. Mike was in shock, this was the most of his conservative girlfriend he had ever seen, and by the looks of it all the guards at the prison had seen even more.As Anna drew closer and Mike saw the blank look on her face his shock quickly gave way to worry and he jumped out of the car and ran over to her. “What happened?” he asked, carefully putting his arm around her and walking her back to the car.Upon hearing the worry in his voice Anna’s blank face was immediately replaced with placating smile.. My face is too square and feet and hands too large. Why me?, What am I, Who am I? The asylum is actually very good, not at all like the grim scenes you see on TV. It's actually like a secure nursing home and the quality of care is very, very good. New York is nice ,from what I've seen of it which is not much. The staff stated on several occasions that I'm well enough to live outside but I'm not ready yet in my own mind. Dr Kelly agrees with me. I dread to think what this is costing Liz's.