Where was I? The drawers had gray uniforms, neatly folded. There were no toys-- just this journal, and a few other things. Bars in the one, narrow window I have. I had a thought. The voice from the ceiling speaker comfirmed: "...Let us begin group discussion and therapy today for the next few hours." An asylum. I knew where I had been before, working on the Kira case, and I knew were I was now.
All that's missing now is everything in between. Like working with a puzzle, I have the outer pieces. I just need to fill everything else in between.
I guess I can always start with the people.