Meeting Dr Redburne

Mina's mind failed to make sense of it for a moment. The far wall was metal and angled outward, creating a temporary vertigo when she beheld it. Once her mind adjusted, she realized that the wall of his office was probably once an observation point, or at least modeled to look as such with two thick windows overlooking the Island. "A Quiet Place" stood imposing, filling the much of the view of the bay from this height. She could see onto the deck from here. Rattan furniture and curio cabinets lined the walls. Mina walked in cautiously as the sillouette sitting in the chair at the dark hardwood desk became a defined image. Dr Redburne leaned forward into the light and smiled. He was clean shaven and bald headed with wispy tufts of hair shooting out from behind his ears. His gold-rimmed glasses gleamed in the harsh overhead light.

"Ahh, Miss. Welcome back. I'm pleased to see you are in a much more subdued mood this time around. I don't suspect you remember much of the first session. Heavy sedation I'm afraid. Please, have a seat." Mina slid into a chair with rough, old upholstery and crossed her arms over her chest as a chill glided over her exposed skin. She vaguely recalled this room, though she couldn't remember anything specific.

"Do you recall anything of our last session? No? Let me recap: You claim to be Mina Moore, daughter of Capt Moore even though I've known the man for 20 years and he never once mentioned a daughter. When you came in, you were sobbing uncontrollably and trying to **** yourself on a number of our male staff, saying that "you needed to lose your virginity or we would all die." He looked at Mina, who winced as started to vaguely recall groping Ryan the orderly as she was strapped down into an exam chair before feeling the syringe slide into her shoulder.

"Shall I continue? You claimed you were assaulted by multiple patients, a fact I don't dispute as your subsequent physical examination provided evidence that you had recently engaged in anal sex, but the lack of bruises, injuries, and of course your intact virginity cast some doubt on the number and character of the assailants. During the examination, you became very aroused sexually when Dr Keller inserted his fingers into your anus to check for trauma. It is for this reason I'm recommending immediate Recontextual Therapy beginning today."

"The most important time period for treatment of a traumatic event is within the first 72 hours. I've administered a cocktail of various **** that will aid your mind in releasing the fear and terror brought about by these events and through a use a exposure and cognitive therapy, we'll put your shattered mind back together. Of course, if you insist that your hallucinations are real, we'll have to assume you are a danger to the staff and other patients and will be **** to place you in a restrictive treatment program. This is an important moment, miss. You can choose which life you would rather lead: one where you are treated and released once you are cured, or you can insist your absurd story is "true" and we will see what options we have. So what will it be?"

Mina stood and looked out the window at the punishing storm that still lashed the imposing building. The groan of steel on stone as the ship was further impaled on Judgement Point reached her ears, and with it whispers and promises of the madness to come. Somewhere on that boat was the patient manifest that could clear her name. Unfortunately, that somewhere was in her "father's" office, deep in the bowels of the ship.

The **** made it hard to think. Could she really just pretend that she was confused and that she had willingly given herself to the inmates? She had went down there to tease them, after all. Did she do more than she remembered and her mind was trying to cope, or had she really endured all that she thought that she recalled? She saw the inmates outside. They looked so small and distant from this height. The doctor's warm, heavy hand was on her shoulder. It was time to choose.