Richard sat in the cell they made for him. It was padded on all sides, and was empty except fo a restraining chair and a projector that replayed peaceful images on the wall. The images helped him keep his sanity in the otherwise empty room. The walls were lined wih pictures of people he knew. His family and his friends. He walked over to a picture of a woman.<br/><br/>"Hey there, Mom," he said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"She never loved you," the voice said, "that's why she left you here."</span><br/><br/>"She left me here because of you."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"But I'm your friend."</span><br/><br/>Richard ignored the voice, and it eventually left him alone. He sat until the guards of his cell locked him in the chair for the night, so he wouldn't do anything while they slept. He sat until he eventually fell asleep.<br/><br/>He could feel it. His monotonous life was about to change.