GORRISTER! Do you remember the last words you heard your wife speak before they took her to the asylum? Huh? Before they locked her away in the room? That tiny room? She looked at you so sadly and like a small animal she said «I didn’t make too much noise, did I, honey?». The room is padded, Gorrister. Now windows. No way out. How long has she been in the padded room, Gorrister? Ten years, twenty-five… or all the 109 years you’ve lived down here in my belly, here underground?