Far down the corridor, a pipe wrench jutted from a fusebox, while a man in a white coat slumped near the circut breaker, still cackling a bit from the life threatening jolt he gave himself.  He was an authoritative looking grey haired man, and his ID card on his coat had been ripped in half.  "Gunther!  Gunther!"  The man yelled, his voice filled with concern as he sat in a heap, backing against the wall as he slowly pushed himself up.  "Oh my God!  What did you do to youself Gunther?!"  He began to sob a bit as he slowly rose to his feet, his mouth contorted into a strange smile.  "I broke the monsters.  Doctor."  He seemed to whisper, as he finally gave up the support of the wall.<br/><br/>The white coated man took a step forward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.  His bare right foot got itself into his pooling blood, pulling a stain across the cold cement floor as he simultaneously cackled and teared up.  "You need to take your medicine buddy.  Here's a couple of pills."  The figure reached into his pocket and scooped up a half dozen pills, ramming them down his throat with ease.  The drugs began to surge through his system as Dr. Gunther Trismagustus moved to deal with his next patient, cackling a bit as he walked out into the white corridor.<br/><br/>Six months earlier, he had been a stage hypnotist, performing in lounges and having a good time.  Five months earlier, he was a gibbering wreck at night, unable to sleep for fear of the nightmares that would surely claim him.  Four months earlier, his act had collapsed, and he began taking every prescription he could get his hands on to alleviate the pain.  Three months ago, he drugged his ex girlfriend and tied her to the bed, ravaging her with a pair of alligator clips attached to a car battery.  He told her he was sorry though.  Or at least he thought that was what he said while he was hitting her in the kidneys with a shovel.  It all became a bit of a blur after he OD ed on tranquilizers.  At any rate, it had been a productive 80 days, and he was just back to helping people.  He smiled as he continued to stain his coat, leaving a trail of blood as he walked towards the patients he had bound in the east wing.