A place where I am alone, where I don't get the possibility to act up and change the future, where I get water and food delivered—isn't this the ideal location?
Maybe a hospital would be better, but I suspect that the wounds on me aren't something that can be treated. I think what came with me from the 'future', along with my consciousness, was the pain, the injuries, and the ability to heal.
Naturally, I could wait until I got better and conjure up a key to leave the cell... well, wait—I cannot. With the coin's disappearance, my ability to conjure something up was gone as well.
Anyway, what I wanted to say was, even if I could, I wouldn't do so.
I don't know what had possessed me when I was a child and made me draw the woman and these many, many hands that covered her senses, if she was there all along and had granted me my ability, or if it really was just the grotesque symbol of a catalyst my crazy brain came up with.