Gwen couldn't believe it. They locked her up? The thought of it made her head spin. But here she was. Locked in a room with more crazy people. Some things never change Gwen thought to herself bitterly. She plopped her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes. She couldn't sleep, replaying the conversation in her head all night. That skinny blonde nurse looking at her smugly as Dr. Rachit counted off his diagnosis flatly. They said she was running all over Toronto, caked in mud and sweat, screaming things that didn't make sense. Going up to random people all over downtown, telling them that Chris McClain would torture anybody he got his hands on, that he had may have even gotten most of them killed, that she had barely gotten away herself. He wouldn't care. As long as it was "entertaining," he'd do just about anything. Someone called the authorities after she run in front of a bus nearly causing an accident. Gwen thought they were with Chris and tried to fight them off. She even managed to break one of their nose's with her combat boot and spit at several others. Gwen of course, had no memory of any of this story. The only proof of that story she saw was the blood on her right boot. Then he went on to add their diagnosis; BPD with signs of Psychosis. Whatever that was, Gwen had no idea. It was late at night now. The room was growing colder by the minute making her struggle for sleep all the harder. The hospital was eerily quiet, all that could be heard was the sound of heavy winds outside her window. Was Gwen all alone? She then started to wonder; what if she is the only person staying here tonight? After a moment of debating with herself Gwen got up to investigate. She paced about circling her bed, looking out the barred window as she passed it. Then Gwen heard footsteps just outside the door and the sound of the door being unlocked. She was so startled that she bit her tongue trying to suppress a shriek. The young goth listened intently as the footsteps faded. She was starting to shake, only now she couldn't tell if it was from the cold or dread. Stop being a such wuss, the young woman scolded herself silently. With that last bit of prodding she opened the door. The whole place was dark, only the occasional open blind would allow Gwen to even see her path. The ward seemed to be mostly vacant, with several rooms in a row being empty before the next locked door. There was just enough moonlight to make out the chart on the door. It read: Dawn J. Love, Paranoid Schizophrenia. That was all Gwen really had to read before deciding that she did not want to stick around to meet this girl. She kept walking. She passed a dozen more doors, looking intently on those that were occupied. Gwen then spent the rest of the night walking through the hospital, trying to memorize the names on the doors. Walking alone at this time of night was starting to unnerve her, to the point that she resorted to distraction. Hours went by. Passing several occupied out of the dozens that lay vacant. The sky was turning a lighter shade of blue, streaming more light through the asylum halls. In the course of the night she had went through half of the woman's ward and had passed to the men's ward now. It was getting closer to the time that the young goth girl would have to retreat back to her cell, or receive punishment. As that time had come Gwen saw one last door. It read: Mike D. Moretti, catatonic state, undiagnosed. Catatonic Gwen thought. That's not good, what the hell happened to this Mike guy? "Wait a second," Gwen whispered to herself. Mike? No way! He was fine. He got rid of those personalities… No, it can't be the same guy, right? As Gwen was facing the door thinking this someone walked up behind her silently. "How can that be Mike if there never was a Mike," a rather mischievous female voice had said. Gwen turned on her heels startlingly to face the voice. There was no one there besides Gwen in the long halls. Gwen ran down the adjacent hall, trying to find the spectre. No one there, but she could hear someone in the distance. Gwen ran to the left, trying to follow the echoing down the halls. It was a miracle no one else reacted to the chase. The young goth followed this spectral noise back to the women's ward. Gwen ran passed her cell when she saw a figure, moving so fast that it appeared as a silhouette, a red blur. As she followed it became more clear. A woman cloaked head to toe in a Red hood. Gwen approached. With her back turned to she called out "You know nothing of reality. You don't even know what you did." Gwen was stunned for a second, then responded. "Are you trying to screw with me? I've had enough mind games for a lifetime," Gwen tried to say confidently. She only gave a cold, humorless laugh. "You are the only one that plays mind games Gwen," she said. "How do you know my name? Who are you?" Gwen asked with her voice rising. The woman slowly turns to face Gwen halfway, revealing eyes that were black and vacant like deep holes. "You should know all that. After all, I'm from you," it said tapping two fingers to its head. That was all it said before it opened a window and jumped out while Gwen was dazed. Gwen tried to stop her but it was too late. The window was still locked when Gwen tried to follow suit. No one was out there. The spectre had vanished. Leaving nothing but memories to haunt Gwen. This made Gwen practically run back to her cell. Gwen had slipped back to the cell unseen, even remembering to lock the door behind her, as the nurse always did when she left her. She sat on the bed, arms cradling herself, eyes wide open. She wouldn't move until nurse Frisk came to medicate her and took them without hesitation.