text: “When I look back at my life, what do you think I feel orderly?” Spoke the frail seeming man, lightly rocking in his chair. “Well, it would be presumptuous of me to say. But if I had to guess based on your file, I would say it is something like nostalgic joy. Something only, you could feel with a background as messy as that.” Responded that quietly confident orderly, leaning back in their own chair. Wails and screams echoed throughout the air, as if beckoned by some malign deity, risen on Earth. “Truly a demented scene here orderly, you know, most would have fled already; Do you have some death wish?” The frail man said, gazing upon the door that held the tides of chaos just at bay outside. “Well, this door is strong, it will hold, or maybe you wish that it didn’t; is that what you really want?” The orderly responded once more. Bleached white walls surrounded the pair, sitting in their rocking chairs, a door on one side, lightly reinforced. “Why though, did you act in such a way, to pull me in here? Do you have some obsession? I thought you hated me.” Cackled out the frail man, leaning back in his chair, nearly falling out of it even. “I just decided on a whim, my good conscience forbade that I let you be taken. But I suppose I do have ample reason to hate you, I did nearly lose my family, job, and even life because of you. Well, I suppose I wanted answers from you finally, we might not make it out of this situation.” The orderly said, a lukewarm look on his face. The screaming all around almost deafening, the room’s walls shaking off dust particles in waves. “Oh, I suppose that angle makes sense, but you know I did start all of this madness, we wouldn’t be in this situation if not for my decisions here. I want to know about you orderly, I really do, did I once hear you bragging to your peers about some collegiate accomplishment? The frail man said, looking slyly at the orderly. “This is my time to ask questions, but yes, I was informing my fellows that my thesis and dissertation passed with no corrections. Now, about yourself, why don’t you tell me why you started all of this today, and then we can discuss your more personal connection to me.” Said the orderly, with a warm look in his eyes. The wails of the damned ebbed slightly and the scene outside calmed. “You are quite self-centered orderly, fine, the reason I killed that guard was to let everyone out, there are some real crimes happening here you know.” Proclaimed the frail man confidently. “Hmm, quite the moral high ground you have, killing a guard and all. You know, I won’t forgive you for getting blood all over my coat.” The orderly said, sarcastically. There was a lone fireplace in the room, lightly flickering smatterings of yellow on the stark white walls. “You have some pretty major problems yourself orderly, or doctor I suppose is more accurate. Well, you’re dying to know why I did it aren’t you, why I killed your wife and newborn son? The answer is very complicated you know, but it really settles down to pure fancy, I killed them because I wanted to doctor.” Spoke the frail man, an evil grin spreading across his face. “Well that isn’t quite the answer I was hoping for, I though it might be more interesting.” Sighed the doctor, his face gazing into his hands. The two sat it in that room for quite a while, eventually falling asleep to the sounds of the dead and dying, awakened by a hard knock on the locked door. “Hey, is anyone in there, it’s safe to come out now, everything calmed down!” Yelled a voice from the outside. The doctor quickly moved and opened up the door. “Ah, finally, I thought that madness would never end.” Said the doctor. “Wow, well, let’s get you outside, anything you can tell us about how all this started? Any other survivors that you know of?” Asked the policeman. “Well, I’m not quite sure how it really started, but I hear what I thought might be screams and before I knew it, all hell had broken loose. I decided then to lock myself in that closet. I just know of myself, I was alone in a closet the whole time after all.” Said the doctor, walking out into the streets with the police in tow.