Mr. Mead watched outside the window of the police car, watching the trees wave him goodbye in the wind and the houses watching with their dim light eyes, and watching everything disappear before him. Mr.Mead thought of all those years he never met anyone on those sidewalks, on those midnight chilly frost nights, and now, only now did he get stopped by someone. Well, it wasn't a someone more like a something. A police car stopped Mr.Mead's peaceful life and was now taking him to a pyhstiaric ward. Mr. Mead started pondering the idea of what it would be like in the ward. He knew he didn't had to get in the car and could of easily just walked away, but going to a ward sounded a little peaceful to him as well. Will the rooms have a window? a warm bed? boardgames? and most of all would it have a television? That thought started to give Mr.Mead's heart a little skip, would he be brainwashed as well? Or would he be tested on and asked a series of questions?
The ride to the ward was silent, the only sound was the sound of the wheels on the road going round and round and the wind getting pushed by the car. The police car came to stop in front of another tomb-like building, only this time the eyes of the house were brightly light, blindfully light. "Please enter the ward Mr.Mead." Mr. Mead did as the car told him to do and opened his door. He stood only for a breif moment as he pondered the thought of just leaving right now and just go back to how things were, walking every night, and and enjoying peaceful nights for more years to come. Mr.Mead turned to the ward and walked towards it with heavy beating hearts in each step with only one thought in mind "It couldn't any worse than this." and Mr.Mead was engulf in the bright light of the ward.
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