But walls couldn't hold him. Not for long. He was sure of that. He had done exactly as he was told, and he would be saved.
*He* would come. *He* would save him. He had to. He promised. He had done as he was told. He'd tried to tell them that. He'd tried to explain.
He was *not* mad. No. No. Not mad, no, never. Never. *He* said so.
They'd put him in a tiny cell. The white walls loomed over him, menacing. They got closer if he stopped watching. Can't sleep, walls are waiting. But not for long. Walls can't hold him. *He* will come. *He* will come. He will. He'll- He is *not* mad. They didn't believe him. They couldn't handle it. He'll come.