I sat alone in the white room, scowling. I breathed in deeply and as I exhaled my sigh turned into a growl. I cannot believe I ended up here, in a mental hospital, because I was discontented by our "great and mighty King Loki." I drummed my fingers across my cot and stared at the doorknob across the room, knowing I wouldn't be left here long. They'd either consider me a terrorist this time or I'd be bailed out again. I weighed the options and their probability in my head, all while keeping my eyes fixed and concentrating on showing no emotion, who knows who could be watching. Eventually I was proven correct. The lock on the doorknob twisted and the door opened slowly, there on the other side stood my dear friend, well, my only friend, Jessica Dinep. She just looked at me and sighed while rubbing her eyelids. I smiled at her timidly, knowing she wouldn't be happy.

"Again, Jules?" She muttered as she walked over to me and sat down on the cot next to me.

"Sorry, I know this has to get old for you. But you know I'm impulsive and can't watch my mouth," I explained.

"Well you have to learn, you know what they do to malcontents, they deem them traitors and terrorists, you could get KILLED!" She said urgently, it was the same thing she said every time she bailed me out.

"I know." I mumbled, hanging my head low. Dinep was loyal to the king, she loved him, and was influential in his army. Unfortunately, her friendship with me had gotten her investigated several times, but of course, because her loyalty was true, she was always found innocent. She stood up and looked at me with weary eyes.

"Alright, I bailed you out again, but please try to stay out of trouble this time," She pleaded with me.

"No promises," I said with a grin, causing Dinep to let out a frustrated groan. I smiled deviously and stood up facing Dinep.

"Yes ma'am" I said cheerily with an added mocking salute, desperately trying to get her to laugh. She chuckled under her breath and let the guards lead us out of the institution. We walked to the car in silence as I ran a thousand apologies through my head. I wasn't sorry for what I had done to our government but rather how much trouble I had always caused for Dinep. But as I closed the car door behind me I realized what a lecture I was in for. She looked me dead in the eyes and spoke sternly.

"You can't keep doing this. You get worse every single time, eventually your going to get into a situation you can't handle. I know you speak your mind and can usually talk yourself out of the trouble that gets you in, but you won't be able to talk your way out of everything. Especially if they hand you over to the army. You know they're brutally devoted, and if one day you slip up and start speaking about your revolution around the wrong people you'll be killed. Even the authorities have considered deeming you a terrorist and handing you over to Loki. You're not always going to get off with just an hour in detainment, eventually someone's going to take you as a serious threat, which you're not. If it came down to a battle you know it would be brawn versus brain and you know who would win, so stop it, because eventually you're going to get yourself killed."

"So what?" I replied, "What do I have to lose?"

"Your bakery! Your family! Me!"

"Oh no! I might lose my business and my only friend!" I mocked her idea with heavy sarcasm in my voice. "Honey, my family doesn't talk to me for their own protection, so basically, you and my bakery are all I have."

"And does that mean nothing to you? Look at how much joy your baking brings people! And would you really be so cold as to leave me alone?" She asked softly, desperately trying to convince me out of my stupidity. I just sighed and shook my head.

"Fine, just fine," I said exasperatedly as I buckled my seatbelt and layed my head back. Dinep let out a concerned sigh, but started the car anyways. We rode silently back to my apartment and as I got out of the car the silence was broken.

"You know what? I'm going to stay with you for a bit to make sure you don't do anything stupid." I opened my mouth to protest, so she quickly added, "And besides, you still need to bake with me." She knew I wouldn't argue with that.

"Fine, you can stay in the guest room, but I don't need a babysitter okay!?" I said.

"Yeah, I know, so, can I stay?" she replied.

"I already said yes." I pointed out. She just smiled and parked the car.