<strong>Taylor walking with Dr. Simone in the inner halls</strong><br/><br/>He gave a nervous chuckle at hearing the term 'insane asylum.'  Taylor knew that this could all go down hill rather quickly.  Any forceful attempt at claiming his innocence and sanity could easily be thwarted by the simple whim of one of the staff members, including the one he was talking to at that very moment.  For now, however, she seemed to be reasonably attentive to his needs.<br/><br/>"Was that what all the commotion was?"  He said, referring to the various alarms that had been heard within the walls already.  "Must keep you very busy around here."  Taylor said, making idle chatter.<br/><br/>They had very slowly made their way back down the hall, passing a few orderlies, some of which looked like they were taking a leisurely stroll while others looked down right pissed or scared as they ran frantically.<br/><br/>What Simone said next excited him in a way he almost couldn't disguise.  Perhaps he could use the same angle to get out though that didn't answer the question to why he had been kidnapped in the first place.  Best not to dwell on that too much or he could dig himself in deeper.  "Do you think I could have the same problem?  I mean, what if I was mistaken for someone else.  What if I had been brought here by mistake.  Surely my family could vouch for my sanity."  It was then that he cursed the fact that he had no girlfriend.  She would surely notice his absence and go looking for him.  His family was not nearby, however.  They were on the opposite side of the country, and he hadn't spoken to them in months, not since he'd left against their advice to be with a girl who he had only known for a few months.  It seemed like a good idea at the time.  New place, new life, new start.  The beginning of all his dreams.  A couple in love and all that.  Turned out she was planning to ditch him as soon as he moved out there anyway.  She has just been too chickenshit to do it before, claiming that she 'didn't want to hurt him.'  Now he was knee deep in a load of trouble.<br/><br/>"Well, I assure you, I'm no Dr. Fantastic.  I'm simply Taylor Davis, an average guy with an average job cooking in a restaurant.  Shit!  I hope I don't lose my job over this.  Maybe you can use them as a reference.  I mean, they can clear things up.  I've been working there for a few months now."  Taylor said, another small glimmer of hope in his eye.<br/><br/>He listened to Dr. Simone continue to comfort and reassure him.  It was pleasing, and his hope welled.  Soon he would be out and back to normal.  This was all a big misunderstanding.  "Thank you, doctor.  I am looking forward to what you can do to...I mean, for me."  He'd momentarily let his words slip.  She was a beautiful woman after all, and he'd probably let his gaze slip one time too many to her ample bosom.  It probably wasn't the best way to get her to help him, but after only having your hand to comfort you at night for the past few months, a guy gets kinda of tired of only wanting and never getting.