Signed, sealed and delivered. (open)
The Man in Black sat patiently on a plush leather chair. Not standard hospital issue in the least, but then again neither was Walter. The hospital garb did not suit him, so it became what he desired. He was trapped in a circle of glowing runes, pale letters of the old ones that understood magick and science were one in the same. He was a captive audience so long as the circle remained powered.
The psychiatrist sat nervously, outside of arms reach stalwartly intent on getting his patient assessment form completed. He was the third today. The first went home after four questions and shot himself in the head. The second dropped his pencil and reached for it as it crossed the protective glyphs. He made a really comfortable chair.
"Date of Birth?" The doctor droned "March the 4th" Walter replied softly "Mother's name?" "Janet Anderson" The doctor stopped writing. "That's my birthday and my mother's name." The doctor said nervously.
Walter smiled "I know." looking more deeply into his eyes "Any more questions? Favorite memory? Secret desire? Perhaps... date, place and method of death?"
Shaking uncontrollably, the doctor left leaving the door open.
"How rude...." The Man in Black waited patiently in his gilded cage for his next visitor.