Again, I apologize for the wait in between chapters. College really eats up my time, plus like I said, I like to have a clear mind when writing this. But now that I'm going home for summer in a few days, hopefully I can get back to updating this more frequently.

I was still recovering from my experience with Gaston when I heard my next patient arrive. Please don't be an asshole like him, I thought. In walked a tall, think Arabian man dressed completely in black and red who appeared to be somewhere in his late 50s. "Jafar," I said approaching him and putting my hand out, "I'm Dr. Russell."

"A pleasure," he responded with a smooth, deep voice, feigning a smile as he shook my hand before sitting down.

"So Jafar, if you don't mind, I just have some questions to ask about yourself."

"Ask away." It seemed like every time he spoke, his words sounded elongated.

"Okay, first question. What was your childhood like?"

"I suppose you could say that I had a pleasant childhood. My father was a member of the Sultan's council, so we lived a comfortable life. My mother was a sorceress, so magic was a regular thing growing up. Unfortunately out of the two of us, my sister was the only one to inherit my mother's magic. Despite that though, she and I had a good relationship. And to make up for my lack of magic, my mother gave me my staff as a birthday present when I was a boy."

"Alright, and how about when you became the Sultan's grand vizier and what it was like working in the palace?"

"After my father died, I took over his position in the council. Needless to say that I wasn't too fond of the position and I wanted more power. So I secretly killed the previous grand vizier, as well as all the other council members, and hypnotized the Sultan into giving me the title. He was always a bumbling idiot who had no idea how to rule, but I knew I couldn't kill him because it would be too obvious. So while I plotted on just how to overthrow him, I stayed out of his and his family's personal lives and maintained merely a professional relationship with him."

"I see. And why exactly did you want to control Agrabah so badly? I'm guessing it had nothing to do with the Sultan being an incompetent leader?"

"Of course not. I wanted to be Sultan because I wanted power. Until I joined the council, I spent my entire life looking down at all the dirty, poor excuses for people. They were all afraid of me, and those who weren't ridiculed me. Either way I hated the feeling of everyone being below me, and yet I could not control them. I needed to find a way to become the most powerful man in Agrabah, to somehow have the world revolve around me."

"And you planned on gaining that power by finding the lamp, yes?"
"Yes, that is correct."

"How did you first hear about it?"

"My mother told me stories about it. After hearing about it, I devoted myself to searching for it. Of course it wasn't until I got a hold of Aladdin that I made progress."

"And what about your bird Iago, how did you go about acquiring him?"

"He was another birthday present from my parents. They were concerned about my lack of social communication with anyone besides my sister and thought that I could use a friend. She then put a spell on him that allowed him to talk so that I would have someone that I could actually talk to. He remained by my side ever since. That's why despite however much he could be a pain at times, he was my only true friend, and it was better than being completely alone."

"You talk about being alone a lot. I'm guessing that because of this you didn't have that much a love life?"

"That is correct. Although to be fair, I was never very interested in finding love. Of course that's not to say that the thought of having a woman at my side crossed my mind every once in a while. I was subject to an arranged marriage at one point in my life, but she was terrified of me and ran off to elope with some pretty boy. Was I hurt? A little bit, yes. Did I stop caring and moved on not to long afterwards? Of course. I had more important things to deal with."

"What about Jasmine? What were your feelings for her?"

"Jasmine was a spoiled little brat. I couldn't stand her. Especially because I was there when she was born, I watched her grow up, so in my eyes she was always a whiny, little child. It wasn't until Iago had brought up the idea of marrying her that my thoughts for her began to change. That was the first time that I saw her as a woman and not a child anymore. I still hated her, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. For the first time in my life, I wanted a woman. Not loved, but wanted."

"Okay, last question. If you were to be released from here, what would you do?"

"Simple, I would resume my quest for power. I would kill that wretched street rat, regain the Genie and Agrabah, and this time instead of wishing for Jasmine to love me, I would wish for her to bow to my every whim, so that she would be mine whether she liked it or not."

"Okay, I think I have everything I need. Thank you Jafar, you're free to go," I said taking down my last notes before standing up and heading for the door.

Without a word he stood up and left. After he was gone I then realized that not once had he broken out in anything beyond his calm and collected nature, or at least until the end of the interview. Although given some of the nut jobs she had previously dealt with, maybe that was a good thing. I honestly preferred it when I could just have the patients come in, tell me what I need, and leave. However I did notice that so far, none of the patients were deemed sane enough to leave, still holding on to the tendencies that brought them to the asylum in the first place. And honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the patients I deal with were the same way.

I returned to my list to see who was next. "Scar. Well this should be interesting."