“Well I am distant, but there’s no real distance to speak of. Am I awake or is this a dream? And this may be the worst place I’ve ever seen, but now that I’m here I just can’t seem to leave. And I’m still not sure if I sold my soul so I could be empty or finally feel whole.”

The Good Doctor said that everything, well everything’s gonna be ok.
The Good Doctor said that it’ll be fine, “Just take two and call me in the morning.”

It’s getting harder to breath, but I can finally see. Oh god, what has become of me? And this may be the worst place I’ve ever seen, but now that I’m here I just can’t seem to leave.

My head is spinning and my eyes are wide. My hands are shaking but I’ll, I’ll be fine.