All she could think of was her nine multiplication tables.  She never went to school but she learned snatches of things here and there.  She had lessons at the children's hospital.  She soaked up all that she could.  "Nine times nine is eighty one, but only once the eight are done. . ." echoed through her mind.  What was it?  What did it mean?  She was not sure.  She wasn't even sure if she wanted to know.  It seemed as though she'd gone from a good sane asylum too a madhouse in the depths of hell.<br/><br/>The darkness of the room began to consume her, claustrophobia was setting in.  She couldn't breath.  She was feeling lightheaded.  She had to think, not let her mind close up like that.  Something she had learned from her last shrink, who was also claustrophobic.  "Don't let the fears of your mind control you.  You have to take control and not let your mind close up.  There's nothing stopping you from breathing fine except yourself."  The only thing she'd ever learned from the lovely Doctor was how to keep herself from going into a claustrophobic panic.  She relaxed and let all thought leave her mind and focused on just breathing.  Everything was going to be ok.