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Dr. Jon Harper's Personal Notes Part 1
Heardsford's Asylum contained some of the most craziest people in all of England. I was assigned to a Mr. Robert Deirly, he had killed a woman in the church in which he worked because she had not noticed him, now my job is get inside his mind and find out why he did this, how he became this way, possible past injuries that has made him insane. The possibilities are endless as to why he is like this but I am determined to find out why, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
End Of Dr. Jon Harper's Personal Notes Part 1

The sky smiles at me, I'll show my appreciation and smile back, 'Why hello the my ever colour changing sky, will you continue to let the sun shine upon me?' I asked, the sky replied by letting the thin clouds remove themselves from the sun's view of me, the sun's glow became brighter and more warm, I felt so at home laying upon the fields grass alone, all by myself only in the presence of the holy father himself will I ever be. I know he is here with me within my body a tiny fragment of him is within my soul, and everyone else's, but they don't deserve it and God knows it too, he's so generous, but I however will not be merciful to those people I shall strike those who are not worthy to worship my God.

Dr. Jon Harper's Report Folder Information Part 1
Name of Patient: Robert Deirly
Date of birth: 19/04/74
Medical status: Unknown
Family background: Unknown

Brief description of the patients condition in cell:
My patient is often found smiling to himself (or to something, within his mind), it seems he lives in a dream world and believes it is real, possibility he follows his fantasy's, that might have been a reason for killing Ms. Sandra Wilson. He also is found talking a lot about God, not to anyone or anything but himself, as if he speaks his thoughts. No-one has attempted to speak with him, he allows the nurse to medicate him, so there is no sign that he is a danger to the staff (please note, possibility only). He is fed through a tube into his arm, and does not seem to mind being fed that way, he is not at all disabled but has to be taken to go toilet because he does not get up from his bed (possible that he just wishes to stay in his dream world rather than be brought back to reality).
End Of Dr. Jon Harper's Report Folder Information Part 1

I feel really bad about what I did to him, tricking him like that was not my intention, but the police had told me to do so, and I cannot go against their word. I doubt he'll ever forgive me. Ever.

3 days by my count has gone by, the doctor has not yet paid a visit, unless he snuck in during the night, but somehow I don't think he'd do something like that. But it doesn't matter, I can wait, oh yes, I can wait. This place isn't so bad, it's like a small home, it has the right temperature it's cosy and the nurses are like my servants!. I could get quite used to this.

I'm so scared, but I need to see him, analyse him for myself instead of taking reports from the nurses, who I must say are most unreliable, but the problem is. I'm. So. Damned. Scared!. No it must be done. I have to. Okay, here goes nothing!.

Whilst I was sitting comfortably in my grassy field, a knock came to the door from the other world, I suppose the fields can wait for a while. I was about to call in whoever knocked, but then I realised it must not be a nurse, because a nurse will just walk in if she or he needs to, so I wonder who could it be?. 'Come in' I called, with my head cocked to one side, the door slowly opened and who's face should I see before mine?, none other than the doctor!.

Those eyes!, they were so scary to look at, I thank the lord looks can't kill!. And his smile, it was such a crazed look of excitement and maybe anger?. I didn't last two minutes in there, I just couldn't handle it, he was just too much for me, I'm such a wimp, glairing eyes and a weird smile had me, ME of all people, scared, I'm a failure, nothing more, nothing less.

The doctor had left, 75 seconds after arriving, how rude!, he never even greeted me, but then again the scared look upon his face, made me smile. But still we can't call it even, he still has to pay, and by golly he will!. Ever since the doctors visit, I can't think about anything else, even when one nurse asked me if I was allergic to something I knew I was, I dismissed her with a no. She left the room and came back with a syringe full of a marble white liquid, and injected me with it. At least ten minutes later I began to feel faint, and the lights above me were buzzing and dancing before my eyes in spots, it was a weird sensation, although I thought I had felt it before, or was that just my imagination?. My grassy field returned to me, but the beautiful green that I had once seen, faded away, red flames consuming it. Coming towards me!, I must get away, I see the nurse, why isn't she running?! Is she mad?!, I have to help her. The door, she'd left it slightly open, good I thank God for this, even though my home was being slowly eaten away. I must leave. Goodbye.