Paper is held up to the glass window in the door.
HELP.
slid back under the door
The orderly is getting tired of playing mailman. I've sent him out to Buffy and Matilda and Captain Jack and you too, so I imagine I'm a little more high-maintenance than he'd like.
Who'd have thought it, me, high-maintenance.
At least Dr. Locke made them let me out of the straitjacket.