Sanitarium Page #2

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Can you see what you've done?

Can you see what you've done?

- It's all your fault, Matthew.

- It's all your fault.

It's all your fault, Matthew,

all your fault.

It is said that art imitates life...

but perhaps actually be art

which manipulates life.

Said I could stay with everything.

Said he could...

said I could stay with everything.

Said I could stay with everything.

Said I could stay with everything.

Said...

We love you, Matthew.

We love you, Matthew.

never be separate from you.

In the final analysis,

who can say with certainty...

who the puppet and who is the master?

Hello.

Hello.

Dr. Stenson said he could see

files to write an article.

Let me see your ID.

Thank you, sir.

Come In.

Yes... There are too many files there...

Do you know of some cases juicy?

- Juicy Cases?

- I need something for the newspaper.

- 26?

- Sounds like a patient number.

Thank you. I owe you one.

Patient Number 26

The poor man leads us

long time already.

The disorder is...

can say that unique.

has been diagnosed with catatonic schizophrenia.

But no matter how one chooses to label...

his is, without a doubt...

one of the most disturbing cases

and fascinating at the same time...

with whom I have encountered

at this hospital.

- Yes, it seems.

- No, nor sticks.

Yes, right there.

It looks like a platypus.

- Is called platypus.

- No.

A giant platypus.

Is called platypus.

- You're so stupid.

- Steven, does not it seem a platypus?

It platypus.

And do not forget to bring money

lunch tomorrow...

And I need permits

because otherwise they can not come to the tour.

Okay, let's talk about yesterday.

Does anyone remember what we saw conflict?

- Yes, Claire.

- War of 1812?

Right. The War of 1812 was a

of the worst in US history.

Started by

forced recruitments made by the Royal Navy...

Steven?

Steven, what is more important

out in class?

No...

Okay, pay attention, okay?

- Yes, miss.

- Thank You.

Well, I want to read Chapter 4,

because that is all explained...

and the test will be about that,

so best to be prepared.

And do not forget to give your parents

notice of the meeting...

which handed out earlier.

Chau.

Chau, Miss Lorne.

- Was a platypus.

- Platypus.

- Steven, your parents will they come tomorrow?

- I do not know.

- I would love to know.

- Not more than my father.

- Pardon?

- I just live with my father.

Well, then maybe your mother

can come another time...

No.

- we just me and my dad.

- Well, I'd like to meet.

- Chau, Miss Lorne.

- Chau, beware.

Yes, we were taught today is re

difficult.

- And we played the English teacher.

- It is very good that teacher.

- Yes

- is an idol.

- No, what happened?

- The apple disappeared.

- I ate the apple!

- Do Not! For real?

Steven!

Hello.

Why are you always so quiet?

Say something.

Hello.

Clean the kitchen when you finish.

- Dad, there's a meeting tomorrow.

- I'm busy tomorrow.

- The teacher...

- Have you cleaned the kitchen?

- Yes

- Then to bed..

What did I say?

The kitchen is a grime.

Of beer bottles, dishes in the sink...

- left everything clean.

- Pardon?

I did not ask excuses.

When I tell you to do something,

go and do.

You do not understand, right?

's Just you and me here

and you can do whatever you sing.

This is my house and do what I say.

Otherwise...

good...

guess I'll have to punish you for not obeying

.

Strong pushes, come on.

Come, come.

- Good morning, Steven.

- Good morning, Miss Lorne.

Guys...

want to see something cool?

- Clear.

- Follow me.

- Go do bell.

- Why?

- Just do it.

- Okay.

Well, contemplate...

- Porn magazine my brother!

- Pigs!

- Shut up, Claire!

- How tremendous Minon.

- It looks like your mom.

- It is more like yours.

- Look at those tits.

- Do not touch!

Comes someone!

Steven!

Steven! Are you okay?

What happened?

Are you okay? Breathe.

- What is your name?

- Papito.

You want to sit?

How's your name?

Sophia.

Wait.

Hello?

Who?

Now?

Okay.

But the shell re...

Arise God.

- Steven.

- Yes, miss?

Can I ask you a question?

How did you get those marks?

Okay, I just want to help.

Was a classmate?

Is everything okay at home?

Ever your dad has...

That is, your dad...

Oh, hello, sir Nansworth.

Am the Miss Lorne, Steven

teacher.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- What did?

- Well, he...

I fished with this.

So what?

- Well, I...

- Why this made me come?

Why a porn magazine?

Steven, come on.

- I noticed the marks.

- Pardon?

In his neck.

So what?

What are fingerprints.

- Children get hurt.

- From an adult hand.

I do not like where this conversation

points.

Well, it's my duty as a teacher

care for my students.

How old are you? 23?

25?

I do not like at all

neither you nor your insinuations, pendejita.

Working 12 hours a day

and look after him.

I do not need anyone meta

my privacy and my son.

- Is not your concern.

- But, Dad...

Chito mouth!

I'll handle this.

- Hello, Susan.

- Hello, what brings you here?

Have the direction of Steven

Nansworth?

Know I can not give you that.

I know, but forgot

notebook and you need to do a task...

so it occurred to me I could

take him on my way home.

You're lucky to have a teacher like you.

No, wait here.

First...

How did you get those marks on your neck?

Answer me.

What is your problem?

Do you think you'll do with this

man?

Like this? Huh?

Like this? Do you like it?

Huh?

Idiot son of thousand b*tches!

You'll see what awaits you.

Exemplary punishment awaits.

Hi, yes...

- Steven?

- Miss Lorne.

Oh, my God.

Steven?

Steven, are you okay?

My God, listen, I called

police are on the way...

The police never could figure out what happened.

And soon after, the boy

was brought to the asylum.

Of course, one can only imagine what happens

...

in the fragile head of an eight

years exposed to such horrific traumas.

Worlds are created.

The mind does everything necessary to protect...

such terrible experiences.

The mind is incredibly tough.

can create worlds of fantasy...

to protect us from reality

and blind us to the truth.

The worse the truth, the greater

fantasy.

On the other hand, fantasy

can also be more real...

than we could ever imagine

.

Most of his days were passed

sat with rapt gaze...

but sometimes, when you observe the clouds,

can see him smile.

- What is your name?

- James.

And how you got here, James?

- I do not remember.

- Try again.

No matter.

You are not real.

None of this is real.

Day 640.

I have to think well.

Jaque.

Matthew, chapter 24...

verse 13.

"He who endures to the end will be saved

".

"He who endures to the end will be saved

".

"He who endures to the end will be saved

".

Still missing something.

What is escaping me?

This event let us...

very near the end of the cycle of 5125 years...

the Mayans called...

baktun .

In the coming weeks...

will show that this is not hysteria.

The baktun ends here.

is not a hoax.

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