You have been getting more and more lifeless appearing for a slow progression of months. The orderly's treat you like a threatless pill zombie. They see you at least month a little gruel and water. The help you take your pills. You are totally passive and act like you are barely aware of them. Just the way they like it. After three months only one of them sees you at a time, your on the dociles list. But you have been planning scheming. Checking out a few things in your "Mindless shambles". The next orderly to come in is Jervis. He is a almost seven foot tall dumb but fairly noble redneck with tons of spare fat. You fly into action a blur of punches and brutal kicks. You hate to beat him so violently but its the only way. Once he is finally out you get his keys and you go level to level fighting and taking keys. The sheer power of panic pulls you through. Its the only way you can ever have your mind back. To escape from here. Its a fuzzy timeless moment. Launching into lunatic whirls of violence taking running. At some point you take a hostage. You got a knife of a guard. They are not allowed knives but he brought it the same and drew it on you before being beaten into a coma. You have the arch Doctor in charge Kenneth Howlips Grant. The rest goes smooth and fast. You get outside and into his car and your driving away as fast as his car can go. You let Grant go a few miles out of town without a cell phone on a deserted country road. It should take him hours to get help. Now you just have to get as far as you can, preferably out of state as soon as you can without getting pulled over. You are taking back roads. The car is nearly out of gas and you have driven five hours. You have no idea where you are. Deep into field country. You hide the car behind a abandoned sagging shed and cover it up as best you can with brush. You have searched it for supplies. Just a pack of gum and a pack of smoke with a lighter. You keep these objects and begin walking, dressed in your mental ward clothes.