Finally, he reached the bottom of the basement, which he had engineered earlier this morning to resemble something akin to a torture chamber. He sat her on a chair and leaned back, staring right into her eyes. He wanted to make sure the drugs had not addled her brain totally first - he needed her sane, he himself, he needed someone to show, he needed to show them the wondrous revelations! Mentally deranged, insane, Gerard leaned forward and tilted her chin up gently. "What is your name? Who am I?" He asked sweetly.