“I’m surprised you haven’t asked what’s going on yet, Emma.” Docter says. “I just forgot.” I say, but since I’m chewing, it probably sounds like nonsense. “Well, let’s explain it to you. You are the only person we know of that can control their insane outbursts. So, we are taking you to a hospital, where we will test a new medicine on you, one that supposedly cures madness. Sorry, correction. It supposedly transforms the rage and madness into magic. So, you have the same power you usually do in an outburst, but all the insanity about it leaves, and in its place, there is magic. We’re not sure what kind of magic, or anything else for that matter." Docter explains. "So will you do it willingly, or will we have to restrain you?" He asks. "I'll do it. It's a win-win, right?" I ask, and stuff some popcorn into my mouth. Docter gives Papers a nervous glance. "Well... if it works, you can go free, as long as you don't do anything stupid. But if we are wrong, and the surgery fails, you'll have to go back to the asylum." He says. I laugh, not on purpose because I can't help it, but my eyes are wide. What! I can't go back! I start chewing on the seatbelt. "Emma! What the heck are you doing!?" Docter sounds shocked. "Wha...? Oh! So sorry!" I sigh. "Maybe I should be in a mental asylum." I stare out the window, tears brimming in my eyes. "Emma. Don't cry. We'll be there in five." He says, a grin on his face. "Five hours? Minutes?" I ask. "Four" he says. I laugh. Wow! That went by quickly. I wonder what the prodecure will be like... "wait, did you say there would be surgery?!"