Night... "Everything's so pale and...'new' at night" were his thoughts while walking past the 'cells' of the patients. For Nathan noone who was on this asylum was considered a 'bad guy'. You see he had a filosophy. That<span style="font-style: italic">everything that is in the mind can always be altered in a bad or in a good way</span>. That is why he liked psychology. It was his 'partner' in the try of altering minds and making them better.<br/><br/>His eyes had seen many things, but everything here was different. Everyday something would be changed. Like there was something that haunted this place. "Nevermind..." he sighed. He took a look at the time. Almost 3: 15 am. Nathan was on his way to the Head's office.<br/><br/>When he got there he gently hitted the door three times and entered the room. Dr. Gideon had his head above some papers. "Hello Dr. Gideon. I think it is time that you asign me a patient. Do you have something interesting in mind?" Nathan said and waited for an answer.