Disclaimer: You know the drill. Oh, and I stole the purple wobblies from the A-Team.

A/N: For the record, I have no idea what the aftereffects of Thorazine are.

Chapter 5

When Tobias' head had cleared, he found himself in a white padded room, wearing a white scrub-type outfit, though his memory was a little hazy as to how he had gotten there. He curiously gazed around his pillowy prison. It had high ceilings, and there was a large mirror about 7 or 8 feet up on one wall.

They're watching me, he absentmindedly thought.

"Fine mess you've gotten yourself into," a voice behind him said.

Tobias jumped and turned around.

"Damn it, Darien! Stop doing that! And you got me into this. You and your post-mortem pleas…" Tobias waved his hand vaguely.

"Looks like you've still got some of the aftereffects of the Thorazine," Darien observed.

"Is that what that was…" Tobias muttered, mostly to himself.

"But that's beside the— hey, focus!" Darien stepped closer to Tobias and waved his hand in front of his eyes. "It's not over yet!"

"It is for me," Tobias replied. "I'm kind of stuck in here, in case you hadn't noticed." Suddenly, he thought he heard something behind him. He turned, and saw only the wall with the mirror. The one-way mirror. Now they'd really think he was crazy, talking to no one. "Oh, crap," he muttered.

About a minute later, a door in the other end of the room opened, and none other than Dr. Tranquillity walked in, with a file labeled 'Oxenstierna, Tobias.'

"You…" Tobias growled under his breath.

"Good evening, Mr.…um, Tobias," he said while browsing through the file. "I'm Dr. Sullivan."

"I'm sure you are."

"So, I understand you've been seeing… people?"

Tobias almost laughed. "Don't you see people? Or are you convinced the world is populated by lemurs and aardvarks?"

"I, um… what?" Dr. Sullivan stuttered.

Tobias turned and looked at Darien, gesturing toward the flustered psychiatrist. "This guy's crazy."

Regaining his composure, Sullivan began again. "Do you have a history of schizophrenia?"

"No. Can I go now?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"Sure it is. I'm not crazy, so you let me out of here."

"I can't do that. You've demonstrated that you pose a danger to yourself and others."

"Is that because I tried to rush the door?"

"Yes, that's part of it."

"Damn."

Sullivan looked down at some notes he had been jotting. "I need to go take care of some things. Just sit tight until I get back, okay?"

"Like I have a choice," Tobias muttered.

As soon as he was alone again, he turned back to Darien. "So, what now?"

"He's going to kill again," Darien said darkly.

"What, already?"

"He was almost caught last time. He has to finish before he's stopped. I think two are gonna die this time."

"Do you know when, by chance?"

"Not exactly, but I know it's soon. You have to get out of here."

"Easy for you to say." Tobias looked frantically around the room. Lacking a better idea, he darted to the end of the room opposite the door, and ran full speed at the door. He threw his whole body at it, and since it was padded too, he just bounced off of it. He jumped up and tried it again, and again. He started yelling furiously and incoherently at the damned door.

On the fifth or sixth try, the door opened when he was halfway to it. Any thought of escape was dispelled by the orderly he had decided to name Giant McHuge stepping in to block the door. Tobias stopped running and waited to see what was going on. From behind McHuge appeared Dr. Sullivan armed with a syringe. As he approached, Tobias headed backwards towards the other wall, almost running half-sideways. He picked up speed and turned to see where he was going just as he reached the far wall. He staggered backwards after his nose impacted the wall. He turned and nearly collided with Sullivan and his syringe.

"Not now, Dr. Feel-Good. I'm kinda in the middle of something."

The orderly grabbed him from behind, and held him still while Sullivan emptied the contents of his syringe into Tobias' arm. Tobias slowly sank to his knees as the orderly released him. He wanted so badly to jump up and run for the door, to escape, to stop a murderer, but that was clearly not going to happen as he slumped down against the wall.

"How long, how long will I slide…" he muttered to himself as the purple wobblies started to wobble.