Again and again, you find yourself sitting in the local hospital waiting room. The indistinguishable dull colours and passing faces. Tapping your foot and fingers on the rim of the chairs impatiently, your eyes bore at the wall in front of you. Everything was always the same as the last time you were here. Your mother's health was withering before your own eyes, yet nobody knew why or the possible causes of her deteriorating health. Each day she was becoming more, and more sick than the last with no remorse, and it scared you. Returning once more to the hospital, a strange occurrence happens. Parallel to you an odd man sits in the room that was usually painted with solitude. Staring you down like prey he taunts you with a freakish grin plastered on his face. His white eye patch and soft chuckles fill your gaze and mind. It intrudes all over your pale thoughts. But, surprisingly, you find yourself to be staring back at the very peculiar man. This is a horrible idea. What a pain.