Staring up into the rafters of the stage and following the lines of ropes he traced back in his mind to find something worth sharing. Not much had happened really. He was left alone most of the time. In solitary confinement with nothing but his books and a chess set all to himself. And the room had been okay, shower all to himself and all...with a comfortable sigh he closed his eyes and dug further.<br/>"Well, in the beginning, they kept me heavily drugged with sedatives to keep me docile." He started. "You know...just meds and stuff." He dismissed, holding her against him. "They thought maybe I was severely depressed...so there were some electro-therapy sessions." He added. "Then they put me on some shot because I wasn't complying with medicine schedules. They didn't tell me what it was, but that shit was...is...fucked up." He didn't want to tell her but before he escaped he had the monthly shot already. He knew it wasn't happening but he could feel tiny circular bugs crawling over his arms and across his skin. "Bugs crawling and shit." He sighed, squirming a bit. "And the dreams..." He didn't want to use nightmares, "The dreams are an adventure." There was a forced laugh. "I suppose the withdrawals are going to be difficult." He sighed, hitting the t at the end with a fierceness.