Chapter Nineteen

Cedars-Sinai Hospital, Los Angeles

Every morning it is exactly the same for Viceroy. He wakes up to a overwhemingly white world. The walls are white, the man who serves him his breakfast wears white, the food tray is white. The only thing with color is the tinfoil he has managed to keep hidden; he wears his tinfoil to sleep everynight. But that doesn’t stop the little grey men from invading his mind.