The leather strap across the chest of Thomas falls limply to his lap only attached at once side now, he pulls his ankles and legs out of the straps as they slip aside, then his arms as he stands up, the buckles chink softly and he knows he has to move quickly.  The swirly colors in the dark surround a nearby chair, a waiting chair it looked like, then the whirling colors flowed off of the chair and out the door.  Grinning like a mad-man he grabs the chair quickly and barges out the door toward the voices in the hallway, the dark hallway made it hard to aim and he swung the chair out of his hands...<br/><br/>Once the chair left his hands he knew he had messed up the aim, it would hit the wall about a foot or so to the wall away from the doctor.  "Damn!" he screamed in rage, he chair flew at high speed toward the empty wall, he was relatively sure it was going to splinter.  Then he saw the girl, he stopped...  She was attractive, this man...<br/><br/>Then suddenly, it dawned on him, this man was no Doctor.  As the chair crumbled and pieces flew at odd angles from the impact, he approached the man slowly and calmly then begins to say in a loud booming voice, lightning strikes with his first syllable...  "And the Lord shall set you free my son!  Admit your sins and let our lord Jesus Christ into your heart and give yourself to him!  The evil that taints you with your rape shall be forgiven if you let the Lord take your problems from you!"<br/><br/>Grinning with sheer rage he stops just short of the 'Doctor' his hands raising from his sides as if to welcome the world, spread wide from his body, "Let us PRAY!  Lest judgment be cast on you from on high, and I shall deliver that judgment!"<br/><br/>A series of bolts struck nearby, just outside as static electricity prickles over the walls and bodies in the hallway, hair stands on end.  "He is unhappy."