- I don’t really remember, man, I think I was in an accident or something. Must have hit my head pretty badly. You?
- Oh, you know, this and that.
- That’s a weird answer.
- It’s a weird place.
- Whatever. The pills this morning seemed different, knocked me right out. Think I must have slept for, like, 14 hours or something. How come there’s no clock here? Seems stupid not to have a clock.
- Don’t know – maybe they don’t think we need a clock. But yeah, the pills did seem weird, gave me a headache.
- Ugh, I’m so bored, feels like I’ve been here forever. Wait, how long have I been here?
- No idea.
- Did my wife come to visit me while I was asleep?
- Nope. Didn’t know you had a wife.
- Yeah, I do. And a little girl. I think they visited me before, but I don’t really remember. You got any family?
- Yes, a wife and a daughter too. How old is yours?
- She’ll be seven soon.
- No way, mine would have been seven soon too.
- That’s a cool coincidence. God, I miss her. It seems like I haven’t seen her in forever. Wait, what do you mean “would have been”? Is she…I mean, is she, like…
- Dead? Yeah. She died about ten years ago.
- My God, I’m so sorry to hear that. How did she?... I mean, if you don’t want to talk about it…
- No, it’s ok. It was a long time ago. She was murdered.
- Jesus! That’s horrible!
- It was, yeah. The funeral was the worst though. My wife had a mental breakdown, had to drag her away from the coffin kicking and screaming. She slit her wrists the next day.
- My God… I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry… Did they catch him? The guy who did it, I mean?
- Yeah, they caught him.
- Well, at least that’s something. Did he say why he did it?
- Yeah, he killed some other kids before. He liked to strangle them – put bags over their heads or something. And when he was done, he would, you know… Do stuff to them.
- That’s sick…
- But you see, he didn’t know. I didn’t know.
- Know what?
- I didn’t know that it was her…I couldn’t… I didn’t see her face.
- Wait, what?!
- I did it. I killed her, but I didn’t know, not until it was too late. I loved her so much, more than the whole world,– but I just didn’t know…
- Oh my God, you’re serious. You’re a murderer and your wife’s dead because of you… You’re a murderer – help! Help, help get me out of here – he’s a murderer, this man killed his child!
- You can scream all you want, no one’s coming. You’re stuck here. With me.
- What the hell are you talking about – I can just leave… wait, are these handcuffs? Am I tied to the bed – what the hell is going on?! Help!
- Leave? That’s funny. Of course you can’t leave. This is an asylum, not a holiday resort.
- Asylum? I’m in an asylum? No, I can’t be…I had an accident, some sort of head injury… Why?
- Well, you’re here because you did something. Something really bad that broke your mind beyond repair. Something so horrible, you chose to go crazy rather than accept it.
- What have I done? Just tell me, I swear I can’t remember… why are you laughing? Stop pointing at the window, what the hell… what are you…Wait. Why am only I reflected there?
- Because I’m you.
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