Not long before that, Morgan heard the door lock after the psychiatrist left the room.
Some time later, the door opened again, and a nurse walked in, accompanied by three burly orderlies.
Morgan did not move, continuing to look out the window. She was seated in a wheelchair, her arms bound by a straitjacket… which wasn't that uncomfortable. What really drove her mad was that she was not allowed to shower without supervision, and the hospital staff was too afraid of her to wash her properly. Not that she would allow anyone to touch her.
Her personal hygiene situation was sorrowful.
Outside the window, the world was dark and veiled by rain. Distant spotlights were shining through the torrents of falling water on the dam that towered above the city like a great barrier. The sight of this illusory world... was strange and wondrous.
