He forgot how he got there, but at the moment he was staring at the most serene and lovely beach. Blue ocean, warm sand, the soft crashing of waves upon the beach, the cry of gulls filling his air, the smell of the sea, it was like some kind of wonderful therapy. Of course it wasnât at least to most, it was merely freedom, wonderful, glorious, unhindered, unrestricted freedom. From the age of twelve to eighteen he had spent his entire time in a mental institution, he was studied, medicated, restrained, and consoled, none of it helped, he had no memory of being other people.<br/><br/>Having escaped at the age of eighteen he was able to elude capture and travel out of state, traveling from New York to Maryland. Living there for a good five years almost six he had been recently caught and locked in jail after he had went crazy and had attacked several crew members at a local McDonalds after âone of them looked at him funnyâ, which was probably because he was half dressed and carrying our a cane.<br/><br/>He was sent back to his old mental institution and locked back up, however it wasnât even a good two months before he was moved out to the island. He however hadnât realized it. Having trouble knowing what he did he had little to know memory when the personalities in his head took over, one moment he was staring at his ceiling, the next moment he was staring at this same, serene beach. He didnât hear the young woman near the beach, or anyone else for that matter, all he heard was the crashing of the waves hitting the beach.