#Chapter 83: The Madman

My head was throbbing. That was the first thing that I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that I was on something soft, but firm. It felt like an old mattress and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right. A thin white sheet covered me. It hardly provided me with any warmth in the cold, damp room. I shivered as I sat up, dragging the sheet to my chin as I looked around me. A single hanging bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the space in a dim light. The walls were made out of gray stone, water trickling down in fine lines in random places. The floor was cement and I took a small amount of comfort that this was man-made and not some cave in the middle of nowhere. But it also reminded me of dungeons that I had read about in fantasy novels. So, still not a great start. On the wall opposite from me were papers and pictures. Some of me, some of Jack, and some of people I didn't recognize. A red string intersected in some sort of pattern that I couldn't i