Thom came to in a padded cell, which actually made him laugh a little. Padded cells were the punchlines to jokes, they belonged to scenes in horror movies, they weren’t ever supposed to be a part of Thom’s reality.

Does this mean i’m crazy?

Maybe everything had been a delusion. The man with the blonde hair, was he just the product of a psychotic break down? Thom started to wonder at what point had he checked out from reality. Had he really broken up with Emma because of an elaborate fantasy? Oh god, did Emma even exist?
Thom was starting to freak himself right out when a voice came over a small speaker that sat in the top right hand corner of his cell.

“Good morning young Mr. Hunter. I trust you slept well?”

The voice belonged to a woman. Thom wasn’t sure whether he could answer back. He couldn’t tell how she knew he was awake, no camera was visible.

“He… hello?”
“Hello Mr. Hunter. Do you prefer Thom?”
“Sure.” And then because he couldn’t stop wondering. “Have I gone crazy?”
“No Thom. Not at all.”