He was in what appeared to be a hospital room. Except this one had padded walls. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing white hospital clothes. He got up and walked to the only door leading into the room. It was metal with a small window near the top. He tried to open it, but it was locked.
He banged on the door. "Hey! Is anyone out there?! Why am I here?!"
After a few minutes of yelling, a man in a white lab coat entered. "Now, Mr. Smith, I've told you many times before that you shouldn't make so much noise." The man took a needle out of his pocket.
"What's that?"
"Just something to calm you down."
"I don't need to calm down. I just want to know why I wished to be here."
"You're at that again, are you? Jon, listen to me, you can't wish things to be true. The magic stone you keep talking about doesn't exist. It's all in your head."
"No, that's not true. It is real."
The man shook his head. "It seems you'll be in here a great deal longer than I thought."
"Where is here?"
The man said nothing.
"Humor me."
The man sighed. "Bridgefield Psychiatric Hospital."
"I'm in a psych ward?"
