For there to be sanity, there must be insanity.

But for there to be insanity, there must only be a dream.

For there to be a dream, there must be imagination...

Therefore insanity is created from imagination.

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I don't know how long I've been here. I don't know if I care. I don't even know if they care. All I know is that I'm in a room with white padded walls.

Do you know what this place is? I don't. I don't know much of anything, actually. The only thing I know is...

My name.

I'm proud to tell you that, unlike the other poor fools that I've heard through these incredibly thick walls, I've not forgotten my name. It's the only thing that I haven't forgotten, though. Indeed, I've forgotten why my name is so significant, what face it goes with, and in which memories it resonates...

And I seem to have forgotten my manners, as well.

My name's Son Gohan.

That's the only thing that I can tell you about myself. I don't remember who named me that (rice? Why rice?), who my parents are, who my grandparents are, if I have any siblings, or any other family. I don't know how old I am, although I seem to remember that I was twenty-four years old when I found myself in this place. I don't know if I have any children, a wife, a mate. Now why is it that my mind always insists upon supplying that word right after wife? It's a peculiar idiosyncrasy.

Oh, hello! My name's Son Gohan! I haven't forgotten my name, unlike some poor fools that I know...

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Sorry about that. My mind does that to me. It blanks out and I find myself repeating myself over and over again... I'm supposed to take medicine for that, but I don't trust these young doctors. I have nothing against them, but I unintentionally shudder whenever I hear the word prescription. Ugh! I just did that. Shuddered.

Personally, I think that I need to get out of here. It's not doing me any good, staring at these white walls for Kami knows how long. I find myself talking to the walls and making friends with them, complimenting them on how spectacularly sturdy they are. My floor is hostile towards me, refusing to let me go anywhere, although I plead and plead with it to permit me to escape.

My ceiling, ahh, the ceiling. It's aloof and condescending, eyeing the frail mortal battling with the floor with the aid of his friends the walls from far above, like a god. It neither helps nor hinders, although I'm sure that with its help, I would conquer the floor. As such, I'm constantly plotting ways to bribe it into aiding me, although my attempts aren't very successful.

And then my mind blanks out and I do it all over again.

...Wow. I haven't had a visitor in a while. Care to introduce yourself? I'm Son Gohan. How are you? Want to help me fight the floor? It won't let me get out of here...

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Oh no... the mind blanks are happening more frequently now. I guess this is because I haven't gotten enough sleep. But I can't sleep, or they will come. I don't want them to come.

Oh, you don't know who they are? Good. They can only hurt you with those prescriptions of theirs... Ahh! I must hide! I have to hide! They're coming!

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"Dammit. He sensed us coming again. How in the nine hells does he do that?"

"After last time, I'll be surprised if he doesn't kill anybody."

"Damn straight. It took hours of surgery to repair Reno's cornea, and he just touched it. No, I don't think I want to go in there. Not when he's awake."

"Then we'll just have to catch him while he's sleeping."

"And when is that going to be? He seems capable of keeping this up for days, maybe even weeks. Look at him!"

"We can't wait that long. We'll have to take some drastic measures."

"Drastic measures? Oh, you mean...?"

"Hai. Those."

"All right. I suppose I'll have to get that kit ready, then?"

"Hai."

"Hnn. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then. I can't get the materials needed in fifteen minutes, bud, so don't look at me like that. I'm not Superman."

"From the way you act sometimes, I would have thought otherwise."

"Cute. Get some sleep, Doctor. You look like shit."

"Thanks ever so much, Head Doctor. You're so considerate."

"The day that Head Doctor Hanto Yukizara is considerate is the day that we catch him here sleeping."

"I'll take you up on that, Head Doctor. Don't strain yourself being considerate."

"Goodnight, Doctor Uni!"

"Goodnight, Head Doctor."

"Hmpf. Pretty gal. Not my type, though, too sarcastic."

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They're gone? Excellent. I can go back to struggling with Bradius, then. Uh? Ah, Bradius is the floor. The wall on my left is called Gavilo. My right wall answers to Camas. The far wall introduced himself as Francis. And Orion is the wall behind me. My bed, which is on the side of Bradius, most of the time, is named Hondura. And the ceiling acknowledges herself as Yukimo. Ahem, I'm sorry, Lady Yukimo. Heh.

Now, Bradius, tell me exactly why you won't allow me to flee this cursed, damnable, unhelpful, unpalatable place forevermore?

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A/n: What do you think? Weird? (Grins) I have the feeling that all my chapters are going to be short like this... Not good. Still, it'll be a good exercise in controlling myself! I don't want to be loquacious, after all. I might give something away (What something? You don't have a plot!). (Sweatdrops)

Anybody like Hanto Yukizara? Doctor Uni-san? Or even the names I picked for Gohan's room ((Sweatdrops))? I swear...

As for those of you who may be concerned that I'm neglecting my other fics, well, I just wanted to take a break (a really short one LOL) from them and write an interesting and fun fic. I hope you enjoy it. (Bows) Please review...

Updated 08.25.05