She looked out of the chained window on her door. A man walked by, in white, obviously, posing as a doctor. She knew him.
"Jefferson! Jefferson! Please, let me out! It's me!" She sobbed, he was walking away. She desperately wished she knew her name. She slid to the ground, she knew his. Just not her's. She heard the walking again. She stood up and was able to reach out and grab his shirt.
"Tell me. Why is a raven like a writing desk?" He was unable to look at her.
"I give up. What's the answer?" She let his shirt go.
"I haven't the slightest idea." He sighed, "I think you might do something better with the time," He paused, then looked at her. "Than wasting in riddles that have no answer."