He watched from behind the panes of glass, his eyes wide and angry. He scraped his nails up and down, looking for a weakness in it. He shoved at it, it refused to break or even shatter. He flung himself to the floor in frustration, the trails of his straightjacket lying in tangled heaps, he shrieked and screamed. This was not fair. A man stood outside the glass jeering. That just annoyed him, so, he decided to do something about it. Waiting until the man had his face right next to glass and flew at it with renewed energy. The man shat himself and tripped over in an effort to run away. Ryan laughed, he laughed himself to hysterics, and soon it became screams as he jumped around the confined space. He fell over himself and crashed into the floor, though looking at him you wouldn't think he'd noticed. Everything seemed so much funnier. His maniacal laughter echoed through the corridors. He barely noticed as the cage was wheeled away from there, to a house, a house made of glass.