"Mokuba, would you like to share with the group?"

"No."

"Come on Mokuba, you have to eventually, we have all opened up to you, so why wont you open up to us?" I looked at the bald middle-aged man. I hate this place. I hate these people, I want nothing more than to go back to my room, or on one of our planes, I love to fly. Or Paris, god I love Paris. So beautiful. "Mokuba, tell us what you are thinking." Fuck you, I want to say. A week, a week I've been here, a week to long, this place made me sick. The mirror, I know it's a two-way mirror, I know Seto is behind it. Watching me, worrying about me. I'm worried about me too, but for a different reason than he was. He was worried that I would try to kill myself again, I'm worried about me because If I don't get out of here soon, I'll go crazy, er. "Mokuba?"

"FUCK! What do you want?"

"There is no need for the language. What would you like to share?"

"Nothing."

"Why not?"

"Because." He scribbled something down on his clipboard.

"Why did you try to kill your Self Mokuba?"

"Did you know that in some parts of Africa, People only like to be like 32? So that means that I, would be having a midlife crisis right not."

"What dose that mean to you?"

"That if I were there, I would be having a midlife crisis."

"But your not there, so why do you worry about it?"

"Because there are people-" I had talked enough, I just stopped.

"There are people what?" I shook my head, he scribbled something again. "Alright, Gentle men, I think that's enough for today. I want you all to keep in mind that you are not alone in your quest to find a better life, and there is someone in each of your life's that would feel horrible if you died." I do, but all those other guys, I'm not so sure about. I don't want to move.

"When are you going to start to be honest with your self?" Seto asked me.

"I though you weren't allowed in here."

"I am now, they took my jacket away from me, they thought that it might scare some people here."

"I could see that."

"I got you something." He gave me an old camera. "Did you know that I had this when we were little?"

"No."

"When I was studding so hard, I felt like dieing, one of the servants, felt bad for me and gave me this. It made me feel better."

"I took a photo class in school, I sucked at it."

"This time, its different. Do it for fun, try different things." I looked at it.

"Are you sure?"

"What could it hurt?" I nodded, He gave me a roll of film, I put it in the camera. I took a picture of him. I feel better, not. He was right. "Did you know that in Norway, the life expectancy is 85?"

"No, I didn't know that."

"Now you do." 85, that was old. That would mean, Midlife crisis at 42. I like that age better than 16.