Time ticked by on the analogue clock hanging on the wall. Patients came in and out frequently. Several pamphlets had been read during the lapse. A nurse called his name, and he got up to make the frightening trek down the hallway that never seemed to end. He looked back at Budge just before he was going to disappear behind the wall. He was looking at him too, but rubbing the small beads of sweat off of his hands as he watched him leave the waiting room. Budge looked concerned, but he also knew it was going to be in and out, and not again for another year.

From there he was lead to a small check up room and seated on a small bed covered with a long sheet of paper towel, and instructed kindly to wait there. This was the part that he fretted about the most. Waiting. Just waiting in the numbing silence with nothing to look at but the potential death weapons that were used for such pitiful uses. There were no saws, no blades, no prods, no flasks filled with unknown chemicals, no bloodstains in the room, yet he was still scared. He swore he could hear his heart beating from outside of his chest, the only thing he could hear that broke the silence faintly. His stomach ached. His skin grew cold. His heart beating... beating... and beating... and...

The door opened. A masked doctor entered the room and kindly introduced himself as Dr. Vin. He has not heard of this name before. Was he supposed to see someone else? Was his usual doctor in vacation or ill? That last one sounded ironic to him.

"Before we begin I'd like to ask you a few things about your personal information here," he began. "Just correct me if I'm wrong on anything, alright?"

"Sure," he answered.

"...Audiney Keneton is your name?"

"Yes."

"Seventeen years of age, December Third being your day of birth, no allergies, prescription glasses due to nearsightedness... fractured arm, phone number being..."

"Yes, that all sounds correct."

"Excellent, and you seem to be due for your next session right on time. Perfect." Dr. Vin checked off something on his paper. "You're good to go for personal information. We can begin with the small and then get you right to the electrocution therapy, alright?"

"Okay."