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Fein decides to wave at the wall in which the door was on. After what felt like five minutes, he turned around to Ethan and said "I don't think it's a window."

Ethan was not there however, Fein was now alone. He had time to think this through. Who would make him do this? That doesn't seem like something Ethan would do.

What if it was Difemanim? Fein didn't know Difemanim before. His name is also strange. Perhaps, it was another friend of his.

Difemanim shows up again, leaning on a padded wall. Fein doesn't notice, he was too busy thinking about what could've happened. Difemanim gave off a fake cough to get Fein's attention.

"If anyone was on the other side of that glass," Difemanim scolds Fein. "I don't think they would interact with you."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Fein asks back. "What if I have to use the bathroom?"

"Mr. Fein, if you want to jeopardize your life, you shouldn't stay here." Difemanim explains. "Do what they say, and you will be fine... and Who's that?"

Fein turned around to see someone he knows as Nel. Nel has a very punk look and came into being when Fein was twelve. Ever since then, Nel had been responsible for Fein hesitating on doing government work or anything progressive in his opinion. Nel did sorta save him from being launched into a black hole.

"You think Fein is going to be a slave to The Man!" Nel begins in a burst of rage.

"Who's The Man again?" Fein switches conversation to Nel.

"Duh..." Nel collects their thoughts. "Who's the president again?"

"John Beltson, the..." Fein copies Nel. "I think he's a centrist."

"It doesn't matter!" Nel continues to rant. "First you listen to them, then they make you wear shirts, call you "Mister", sell you sunscreen, and Te faire parler la langue du diable!"

"You can choose to listen to the imaginary person you made up," Difemanim points at Nel. "Or the imaginary person you didn't! It's your death, not mine."

"I'll wait." Fein chooses. "It's not like I can do much anyways."

Difemanim nods with a smile and Nel flips off Fein as they both disappear. Fein is alone again, but he got an idea how to pass time.

When Fein was younger, he remembered having a very vivid imagination and was able to feel like he really was where he imagined. This of course led to him unintentionally harming himself when he got scratched by a bear in his imagination, but it was still fun to him.

Fein tried to imagine something to pass the time. After a while he finally thought up something, his wedding. It wasn't as original as fighting a walking oven who wants to burn all of earth, but it was pleasant to him. Going back, he remembered a lot about the ceremony, but somehow forgot his wife's name. He could've sworn he knew it a couple of days ago, but now he doesn't. How strange.

Fein's wedding wasn't in a church, but simply just him and his wife at a park. Him and his wife didn't really enjoy big events, but they still had some of their friends come to the park with them and had some snacks. While it wasn't mind blowing, it still was one of Fein's most remembered moments in his life. Not solving the mysteries of random people's emotional outbursts or witnessing "time travel", but just staying at a park with his newly wedded wife.

"Hey." A somewhat soft voice says they knock on the door to Fein's room. Fein assumes that anyways from the sound. "Herschel, it's time for you to get into the field."

"Oh please," Fein automatically responds. "Call me Fein."

The person opens the door, revealing them to be a not so menacing woman from early with another wheelchair. This time, she's by herself. Fein just noticed that she is wearing a strange uniform. It has a... thing with three points on it and the rest of the uniform is blue.

"Fein, don't-" Nel shows up.

"Get in the goddamn wheelhair!" Ethan appears as well, pushing Fein into the chair.

As Fein gets pushed out of the room and back into the hallway, we see Difemanim staring at him as he leaves. Fein doesn't care however, he is focused on the place the lady talked about. Is he going to do manual labor? If he knew that, he would've gotten out of here when he had the chance. Why does the lady have bandages? Or is that a ribbon twirler?

It didn't take long until the two made it to a grassy, empty field. He saw a couple people around the field and estimated that the field was about half an acre in pure grass land. There was also a cement wall on one three ends and the direction he came from had a wall with a big door on it.

Before he could ask anything, the lady pushed him out the wheelchair and walked off, locking the huge doors. Despite this, Ethan walks through the door and to Fein. Ethan looks slightly different, now he has glasses.

"Alright, Fein." Ethan looks at the people in the field with disgust. "It's time to get information from these weirdos."

"Don't judge a book by its cover!" Fein tries to lightly punch Ethan, but falls to the ground.

"Book covers are supposed to catch people's attention." Ethan remarks.

"Ugh..." Fein sighs.

Fein takes another look at the field and sees a man staring at him with a strong gaze. It's extremely menacing and eventually changes to a judging squint. Fein walks up to the man.

"Hello" Fein greets himself to the man.

"I haven't seen you before." The man observes Fein.

"Really?" Fein says in shock. "I innovated mental health care."

"Hmmm..." The man took his time to think. "Whether I do or don't it doesn't matter, I have something worth millions to you that I am willing to give away for free."

"Well I'll be willing to have it then" Fein reaches out his hands.

"I have a hard time thinking you contributed anything to the scientific community." The man looks around. "But here we go. You can call me The."

"The what?" Fein asks.

"The, just The." The says. "What I know about this place is that the people here call it the Get Wells School or GWS. The people who work here call themselves Doctors, but I like to call them Dots."

"Why Dots?" Fein asks.

"It's a joke for myself, but the Dots hate it when I call them that." The calmly answered. "I have one more thing I'll tell you for free. We will never see all of GWS. All I know is that there's at least two different sections of this place and we're in one called 'mental transformation sector'. If you want anymore knowledge, it's gonna cost ya."

"I don't have any money on me." Fein apologizes. "I'm sorry."

"None of us do." The laughs. "I just want you to get some information from that weirdo in the corner." The points to someone crying in a corner of the field. "Try relating to them, then once you have some useful information about them, come back to me."

"Well I don't have to listen to you." Nel and Fein say at the same time.

"You don't." The responds. "But this information could be very useful."

Fein walks off with Nel and Ethan. Fein has started to consider if he really cares enough to talk to someone, which to him, looks like they will kill him. He decided to ask "his friends".

"Fein," Ethan straightens his back. "Knowledge is power. Get out there and talk to that old woman!"

"I don't really care." Difemanim says, laying down in midair.

Nel just crosses his arms and walks to the opposite corner of the crying woman. Fein doesn't know what that means and just takes Ethan's advice. Fein walks up to the woman and just stares. She turns around and shouts at Fein.

"GOD," The woman snaps at Fein. "LOOK AT MR. RETARD! HERE TO BEAT ME BECAUSE I MAKE YOU FEEL SAD?! WELL GUESS WHAT, FUCKER?"

There's silence.

"Is that a question?" Fein asks.

"YES YOU DENSE FUCKING DEGENERATE!" The woman answers. "GUESS!"

"You won't get beat?" Fein stands emotionless. "I didn't come to hurt you."

"YOU IDIOT!" She verbally lashes out. "You idiot. IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT!" She turns from shouting at Fein to breaking down into tears and shouting at herself.

"I've changed my mind!" Ethan walks away. "Get out there!"

"No," Fein says to Ethan. "She must be having a feind."

"NOW I CAN'T SEE PEOPLE?" The woman wallows. "I'M BECOMING MORE USELESS EVERYDAY!"

"Oh," Fein realises that others can't interact with his 'friends'. "Sorry for confusing you, I-"

"No, no." She suddenly changes attitude. "My inappropriate attitude was uncalled for. My name is Paig- I MEAN OF. I'm... Of."

"Why does everyone have these goofy names?" Fein giggles.

Suddenly, Of erupts into a fit of violent laughter. "I thought, you... you were a doctor!" She continues to laugh. "But you're obviously just confused. These names are given to us until we fully normalize. I got sent here because I knocked myself out when my friend and my husband were hanging out in my room. I'm so glad that he cares for me."

"Okay, well I'm Fein." Fein reaches out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I bet your husband is wonderful, but I gotta go."

Of shakes Fein's hand and then he walks back to The as she waves at him. As this happens, another one of Fein's "friends" materialises. His name is Lumo and he is basically the Ethan of social deduction.

"Her Boyfriend was definitely cheating on her." Lumo follows Fein. "It's pretty obvious."

"Do you think our wife's doing the same with Patrick?" Ethan talks to Lumo.

"DON'T SAY 'OUR' WIFE!" Fein gets grossed out. "It sounds weird. Also, let's just not think about it, okay?"

"Thinking is my thing!" Ethan describes Fein.

"Are you talking about sex?" Nel butts into the conversation.

"Can you guys shut up?" Fein asks the 'friends'.

He hears a fake cough and turns to see The staring at him.

"Did you get the information?" The awkwardly askes.

"Yes," Fein responds just as awkwardly. "And you can just call me Fein."

"Not for long, I assume." The lightly punches Fein. "Anyways, spill it."

"She seems to have some sort of bipolar disorder or something," Fein gets to the point. "I can't tell from that short interaction, it could be something else. She also probably got sent here after she found her husband cheating on her, possibly got violently knocked out."

"I guess I underestimated you, Fend." The smiles. "Well, a deal's a deal. I enlisted in the national army because I loved making weapons... don't judge. Some people thought because I was different from them that I was ruining their weapons, told a higher up, and then sent me here."

"Oh..." Fein was half paying attention.

"Field time is ending." a voice echoed from the speaker on the walls. "Wait for a doctor to escort you to your next location. Thank you."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" The asks.

"Yeah..." Fein answers. "Yeah."