| I am not crazy! I know I am not. I don't have a good alibi, sleeping in my apartment alone, but I think I would know if I did this. They "caught" me yesterday, and said I had killed a man, John Weatherby, and then written a full confession in his blood from the stab wounds. I never got to read it of course, but I did hear about it on the news. I sit in this room, with walls made of rubber, alone, supposed to be reflecting, but on what? I didn't do anything, I know I didn't. I am not crazy! I will tell you about that night.