[There is a photograph of the front doors of Cheshire, and on each door there is something written. The door on the left reads 'Mental' and the door on the right reads 'Physical'. The 'Cheshire Crossings' sign has a thick black line running through it, and above it are clipped out letters from magazines and newspapers, spelling the word 'imprisonment'. Below the picture is a note, written in Billy's handwriting.]
Our feelings and bodies are trapped in one institution.
Fireflies who have lost their fire; who have had their wings clipped.
I'm thrilled to be here. There's nothing like losing every right you have in a matter of minutes. A fantastic way to start the new year.