Letter; Michael Patterson to Patricia Olean
My Dearest and Most Beautiful Patty,
I have been very busy with my patients. The asylum here is understaffed and the patients each have unique and puzzling symptoms. My favorite patient to attend is Carmen Vandez. Vandez believes that strange and disturbing creatures are tormenting him. On my last session with him he insisted there was one in the room with us. He described it as a shadow in the shape of a human. He could not hear it or see its face and it was sitting in an awkward position in the shadows of the corner of the room. I questioned Vandez about his time since we last spoke. He desperately tried to bring the topic of our conversation back to the figure in the corner, but I insisted on hearing what he'd experienced in the last few days. After much wasted persuasion he simply shrunk back in his chair silently starring at the corner of the room. It was as if I wasn't even there at all. So I left the room and watched him from the observation window. After fifteen minutes there was no movement from him, then suddenly a look of terror shot across his face. He fell backwards on his chair and hastily started towards at the bed. As he reached the bed he turned sharply around and after a second, let out a sight of relief and retired to his bed. The hallucinations he's obviously been having, although he won't tell us fully, are a true threat to his mental progress. I will have him put on a new drug and see if much changes.
But enough about my work. Although, I can't think of much else to write about. It seems the only two things I've been doing are sleeping and working and not so much of the former. I must try to sleep now, for it is late and I have much to do in the morn.
Yours forever
Michael.