Even if she had wanted to argue, it would have been pointless. Nodding and with a muttered "yes sir", Sara was excused once again. And once again she had no idea what she was to do. She hadn't gone through school for counselling, how did he think she was suited for this? She had until tomorrow morning to get something figured out.<br/><br/>The following morning, Sara felt no closer to a solution than when she had been given the case. Rescheduling a few other patients for later that day, Sara managed to get a time slot open for this therapy session. Shrugging on her lab coat and picking up her clipboard, Dr. Hill made her way to the room she had been informed held Patient 36. As she approached the room, she took note of the men standing outside, one holding what appeared to be a gun over his shoulder. Stepping between the two and facing the door that separated her from the patient, Sara took a deep breath and tried to prepare for whatever was waiting for her.<br/><br/>As the door was opened, Sara stepped cautiously into the room, still unsure of everything this man was capable of, even while restrained. The sound of the lock sealing her in here with him did nothing to settle her nerves. Setting her clipboard on the table with the bottle of morphine. She decided to reply to his comment about the restraints, hoping it would ease some of the tension if he saw she wasn't here to perform any tests, but to talk.<br/><br/>"There for protection. Usually for both patients and the doctors." She didn't add the fact that she wondered how easily he could get out of them if he pulled another stunt like yesterday, not wanting to give him any ideas. Looking down at her clipboard, Sara looked up in time to see the patient jolting around and for the lights to begin flickering. Trying to control her panic as to not encourage him, Sara looked to the door, hoping to see it swing open to let her out. When it didn't and the backup lights came on, Sara got an uneasy feeling, even more so than before. She could hear the faint sounds of someone banging on the other side of the door, but knew it was useless. She was trapped.<br/><br/>Sara was startled when the patient began speaking, calm once more now that he had somehow managed to knock out the electricity. Remaining a few feet from the chair he was restrained to, Sara watched him, looking for any sign that he was going to try something else. When he mentioned trust and taking his restraints off, she nearly laughed.<br/><br/>"Do you really think that I would let you free when I'm trapped in here with you? You must really think I'm stupid than, don't you?" She didn't know why she was saying anything, perhaps due to the stress, added on to with the current situation.<br/><br/>"Why don't you just get out of them yourself? Seems you're just full of tricks." Crossing her arms, Sara remained where she was, though the thought of letting him free did cross her mind. It would be a way of getting back at the boss for getting her in this situation in the first place. Shaking this thought away, Sara couldn't believe it had come to her mind at all. The idea of being stuck in here with this guy was become much worse.