'"Are you awake? ... Good, you are. I was afraid I'd miscalculated the dosage, and that I would have had to start without you. The procedure always goes so much better with donor feedback.

"You're wondering about the restraints? Yes, a necessary precaution, I'm afraid. Despite what you may think, the body is not a trained machine. Instinct is a very difficult beast to master. Were you to move during the procedure, you might injure yourself. Badly. No, I insist that the restraints stay on.

"What am I going to do? Why, precisely what you asked me to do, of course; to have you cured! These ideas you have; of being trapped by evil, omnipresent forces that seek only to inflict pain and woe on you and your life... They are obviously manifestations caused by an aberrant brain, byproducts of a faulty mode of thought. Please don't scream quite so loud. You'll scare James in the next room, and it really is quite distracting. Now, I'll need you to count slowly to ten as I make the next cut...

"Ah yes, I see... Unusually developed wings along the inner edges of the frontal lobes. No doubt the source of all those visions you've been having. But don't worry. A little twist... and they won't be bothering you anymore. Here, I'll let you have a look at them. Horrid, aren't they? Now then, please count to ten for me again... My dear fellow, I AM helping you. No need to keep screaming that over and over. Besides, the difficult part's over. The rest of the procedure simply involves trimming away several portions of your brain that may be affected by the loss of the aberrant portions I just removed. Don't worry though, you'll barely feel their loss.

"And there. One of my better jobs, if I do say so myself. How are you feeling, my good man? Dear me, do you know you're drooling? I'll have to have Camille clean that up later. But you're feeling good, aren't you? Yes, yes! Smile, laugh! That's a good man. You'll be a MUCH happier man from now on, I'm certain."