<em>Scratch, scratch, scratch,</em>Isaac is too busy with the pencil to notice the newcomer. It slides over the paper, leaving light, wavy lines. There's a possibility this group is the key to regaining Isaac's old life, so he studies the other members, and measures their reactions to each other as their stories unfold, jotting down notes under each's respective sketch.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf2ygvXy1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Phaedra Leitner, claims misunderstanding, seems unassuming, put off by sensational people,</em>He notes the girl's posture stiffen as the others confess their crimes and adds,<em>afraid of judgement, yet keen to judge?</em><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf4oovxx1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Alice Beaumont, issues with husband, also not sensationalist, seeks escape, disinterested in proceedings,</em>Isaac glances at the white knuckles clutching the handbag.<br/><br/><em>Why are you here, Alice?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf5nm38X1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Detrius Harper, former student, historian, destruction of property, flamboyant streak,</em>He watches the young man's eye drift between two of the girls in the circle, and adds,<em>Single.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf6y4Txa1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Sarah Black, artist, arsonist, dislikes abstraction, afraid of disapproval,</em>The girl locks eyes with Detrius for a moment, and a flush comes to her cheeks.<br/><br/><em>Also single.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfaxbUi31rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Nigel Wright, prefers "Ness," murder, lawyer, confident, outgoing, wealthy, arrogant,</em>Isaac noted as the man listened attentively to each story, much more so than anyone else in the circle, despite his inflated ego<br/><br/><em>What are the many faces of Ness Wright?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf9bFjDK1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Kenzie Autumn, assault, attempted murder, seems honest, disinterested in group,</em>He examines the girl, from her numerous piercings to the vibrant hair and clothing, ending at her bare feet.<br/><br/><em>a woman of strong convictions.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfa3zQax1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Unknown female, bold, flirtatious, does not play well with others,</em>Isaac noted the lustful way she eyed the other men, reminiscent of some of the young women at the hospice experiencing hypomania.<br/><br/><em>Potentially bipolar,</em>He glances up into the woman's sultry smile.<br/><br/><em>Watch your back, Isaac.</em><br/><br/>Finally he laid out a crude sketch of the doctor.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf3r4ZyA1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Dr. Jenny Hudgeworth, psychologist, professional, hopefully experienced.</em><br/><br/>Isaac looks over his notes, seeking the common thread that ties the group together. As he comes out of the reverie of drawing, he notes the heavy silence in the air. He looks up at the group. Hudgeworth is looking at him expectantly. It's time.<br/><br/>"My name is Isaac Essbjörn, I'm here because I had a lapse of sanity and broke into a store." Isaac looks down at the floor.<br/><br/>"I took some supplies and used them to paint the mural on 11th street."<br/><br/>He closes the sketchbook in his lap and tucks the pencil away, reluctant to speak more.<br/><br/>"I'm hoping that these sessions can help me learn why that happened, and help resolve some issues medication hasn't."