It's now 10 am and the five kids are in group with their doctor, Alice Fairmur. She's deathly thin. Her skin tone was so pale it almost matched her white doctor's coat. Her face looked very old. It was sunken in and very wrinkled. It's probably from all the cigarettes she smoked. She was a tough love kind of woman. She told them they did this to them selves. She would constantly blame for everything wrong with them, Whether it's something like Seth's drug abuse, or Krista's Depression, which is clearly not her fault.

"Kids when are you going to realize your faults and fix them?"

"From what I've heard that's your job isn't it?" blurted Jason. He leaned forward and put his forearms on his knees. "I thought you were the one hired and paid to fix our… defaults." He wore a smug, confident smile on his face. He looked over at Krista, her hair was coming down over her face and she was biting her finger nails. Her eyes fixed on the floor tiles and her eyes were a pool of tears. He walked over to her, stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She jumped and cringed at his touch. "I can see you're doing your job very well." He grabbed Krista's chin and held it up so Fairmur could see the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

"Jason, those tears, that reserved personality default are the repercussions of her own doings. She cries because of her own actions. Maybe if she was less angry at her self for what she-" but Jason cut her off.

"Shut up!" His eyes flamed. He walked over to Fairmur's chair, put his hands on the handles and bent down to her eye level. "You're of no help, I could kill you, and it would make progress then we are making with you here." She narrowed her eyes at him

"Security, a night in The Room should settle his spirit," Jason pulled as two large male nurses grabbed him by the arms and continued to haul him off to a secluded room at the end of the hospital. It's near the staff's bedrooms.

"You're a bitch! You are such a bitch!" He screamed at her all the way down the hall

She yelled after them, "…and sedate him. He should be calmed down in the morning. All he needs is some rest." Coden jumped up.

"Rest? He'll be killed!" The room looked at him. It became silent. Fairmur stared at him. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Killed? Now, Coden, you can't really believe there's a man that can kill people in their dreams. It's blasphemy." Coden tightened his grip on his chair and narrowed his eyes at her.

"Explain this" he said, pulling his shirt up revealing his chest and stomach, there were four, deep, equal scars that ran from is right peck and ended right before his left hip. The whole room stared deeply at him

Fairmur shrugged it off. "That's simple. You obviously are unhappy with yourself, so you hurt your self while sleep walking.. You create this man to hide behind because you refuse to face yourself." Coden put his shirt down.

"You honestly think I do this to myself?" He stared at her and she nodded. "You think I own and object to so this to myself?" She nods again. "Then… Jason is right. You're of no help to any of us." Coden swallowed his pride and sat in his chair again.

"You kids don't realize that you cause your self this pain and until you can forgive yourself, you will suffer for it." An egg timer rang "Well that's that. I hope you all learned something today… I'll see you all next week." The four of them walked out of the room down to the television room.

Coden walks in last, steamed. He kicks the table over and throws a chair at the barred window.

"Who does she think she is huh? What makes her think that she knows me?" He punched the wall. Krista watched him the whole time.

"Where did you get those from? Where did you really get those from?" She cocked her head to one side.

"I told you, you think I'm crazy too?" I glared at her.

As soon as he looked at her eyes shifted to the floor. "Well you have to admit it sounds crazy"

Then Harold cut in. "She's got a point you know." Coden turned to look at him. He sat down and buried his face in his hands.

"Look, I'm not crazy." He looked up to see the three of them staring at him with judgmental stares. "Don't look at me like that. You're the last people who should be shooting awkward stares at people."

"Well then what's the deal?" asked Harold.

"What?"

"If this guy is real, What does he look like? What's he like?" Harold stared at him.

"Well, he has a horribly burned face, and ice cold blue eyes. His teeth are yellow and brown, and they are as rotten as his soul." Krista sat next to Coden to listen more carefully.

"What else Coden?" Krista brought her knees into her chest and looked at him wide eyed.

"Well he wears a red and green stripped sweatshirt and-"

"Wait one minute what kind of faggot wears a Christmas sweater?" blurted Seth.

"Shut up, and listen Seth" hissed Krista. He backed off a little and sat in a nearby corner.

"Anyway, he wears a green and red stripped sweater and an old dirt fedora hat. Oh… and he has this glove… he has these four blades on them" Krista was listening intently. "He scrapes them across other metal and creates the most eerie sound you will ever hear. Even after it's gone it lingers in your mind and still hear it when you're awake." He made a claw with his hand and slowly scraped the air imitating the sound the man's glove would make. "Screeee"

"Horse shit!" Harold yelled. "There's no fucking way some Christmas fag with butter knives can do that" He gestured to Coden's chest.

"Shut up, what do you know" Krista snapped at him. "Coden, if this guy really can do that in your dreams, can he kill people as well?"

"I don't see why not" Coden glared at Harold. "We'll see how long you last!"

"I'll last longer than any of you three pussies." Harold went up to Coden and grabbed him by the neck then lifted him off the ground. He put his mouth close to his ear and whispered. "I'm not afraid to kill you dick face." Harold threw Coden to the ground and walked away to his room. When Coden landed he hit his head and was knocked out.

"Coden? Coden! Wake up! Seth what if that man gets him?" She glanced over at Seth to observe him arguing with himself about god knows what. There was nothing she could do but run for the nurse.

Coden was defenseless against his dream now.