"That's my house."

No one answered him.

The police car moved down the empty riverbed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with empty side walks, and no sound and no motion all the rest of the chill November night.

As the car neared it's destination it became very obvious to the passenger of the driverless vehicle that he would not be staying in that particular psyche ward. The building was ablaze. The fire played along the roof like children in playground, chaotic and beautiful.

"It would appear, sir, that you will now be staying at the 'Defective Head Meat Institute.'" Said the metallic voice.

"But I'm not crazy! I was just out for a walk and you arrested me!"

"Please Mr. Mead, your government will decide if you are crazy."

"You can't really lock someone away because they don't watch television!"

There was no response. Just the sound of little gears whirring in the night.

After the short eternity that was his ride in the too clean smelling car, he arrived at what would be his new home, the D.H.M.I.


The door popped open and the voice stated clearly "Get out" Mr. Mead did just that, he got out and walked into the building to sign in as a patient.


"I'm not crazy, right Shmee?" There wasn't a whole lot of confidence in the young boy's voice. He'd been locked up for months now, and everyday the 'doctors' told him that he was as insane as every other other patient. At first he knew that they were wrong, but he remembered something that Johnny had said about the crazy man who thinks he's sane. He was starting to lose faith in his own judgment. 'Maybe' he thought 'maybe I am crazy.'

A/N This is very short. Very, very short. If people show interest in this I will continue. I have a couple of ideas buzzing around in my head for stories so if no one shows any interest in this I'll just work on something else. If you don't know the person in the beginning of the story is Leonard Mead. He is out of the Ray Bradbury story "The Pedestrian" This story will take place mostly in the pedestrian universe a.k.a 2130AD This story will mainly focus on a Mr. Mead Squee friendship, but other characters might include Johnny and Dib. I like Dib. I own none of these characters and the first paragraph is taken almost word for word out of the pedestrian. On a completely unrelated note, it's spelled 'asshole' not 'asswhole' we are not talking about the entirety of someones ass, simply the area that spews forth dookie. Thank you for your time. It just really pisses me off.