"Now, why don't we clear this up?" Bolton stopped marching Delite along, still holding his arm - he was in a straight-jacket - and looking right at Jonathan through the bar of his cells. "You see, your precious "Doctor" Crane is in here in the nuthouse, just like you, you complete loon. Why do you think he gets to treat you?"

"Dr Crane said not to take the--"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAID!" Bolton shouted loudly enough to make Delite duck his head, looking at Jonathan both miserably and apologetically. "HE'S A FREAK! ALL OF YOU ARE FREAKS! FUCKING ACCEPT THAT ALREADY!"