The institution

 Poor, poor Mary Forest sat on the side of her bed, inside her bedroom at the institution.

    Feeling sorry for herself. Feeling betrayed and alone.

    "I'm not worthy." she mumbled for herself with her gaze fixed on the floor beneath, her hands in her lap, "I'm not worthy... I'm nothing at all..." she said it out a little louder, "I'm not worthy anymore... This was not what I've wanted..." she slowly got up, walking slowly over the floor, until she reach the door.

    It was a big room she was in, bigger than she had ever had. She was just used to the small ones, but this felt a whole lot of empty. No decorations on the walls, just empty, naked, white ones, that shouted prison. She felt so lonely in here, she just wanted to go home, to her nice, cozy apartment.

    She slowly and carefully, openened the door, and walked out to the corridor on the other side, feeling unsure. Closing it behind her, she found a guard, or more likely a nurse, sitting in a chair, just outside her door.

    Mary looked suspicious on him,

    "What are you doing at my door?" she asked doubtfully.

    The man looked up at her,

    "I'm worried about you, dear one." he replied.

    "So therefore, you are guarding me like I was some prisoner?"

    "No. That wasn't what I meant."

    Mary sighed, frustrated,

    "This isn't what I want, and you know that."

    "Yes I do."

    "So why are you sitting here? Like I was some kind of a prisoner? You took away my life. Everything I had, everything I knew. I wanna go back, back to my work and back to my life."

    "The doctor raised up from his chair, eyes locked with hers,

    "You are here, because you need to learn to slow down. Need to know your own breakingpoint. And because you don't need to work yourself sick, which is exactly what you have done."

    Mary crossed her arms over her chest, shocked over to hear this,

    "This is outrageous..." she frowned "It's unfair... I wanna be free."

    The doctor inhaled slowly,

    "If you cooperates with us, you will soon have back your freedom."

    But Mary shacked her head frustradingly,

    "I will not cooperate with some traitors... with some kidnappers."

    "Then you have to stay here longer."

    "No... You can't keep me here."

    "Yes we can."

    Mary walked into the diningroom, seeing the other patients allready sitting there eating. Everyone at her own age, in their twenties.

    She looked up to the chef who was standing on the other side of the disc, serving food.

    She couldn't stop thinking about her job, and when she looked upon the chef, she just couldn't avoid thinking about Han, the great innkeeper at her job. She thought the chef here, looked a lot like him, and if she hadn't know better, she could have mistaken him to be Han, the innkeeper. But she knew that was impossible, because Han belonged at the Inn, and always stayed there.

    As she came closer, she heard that the chef didn't talk like Han at all. And this man had blue eyes, which Han dosen't had.

    "What's for dinner today, sir?" Mary kindly asked the man. She couldn't remember his name.

    "The chef looked upon her and smiled,

    "Today it's fish." giving her a plate of food, "Enjoy."

    "Thank you, sir." making her way to an clear table, sitting down.