Ritchie’s eyes widened. What was this all about? This was the second time in a day someone had told him he would end up like Charlie.
“What is going on around here?” Ritchie asked accusingly. Maria turned her head away.
“Charlie was a good boy. He was in here for the same reason as you and a bunch of others here. He tried to commit suicide. When he got in here… he stirred up the staff, the way you do…” She paused, she couldn’t find the right words.
“What are you talking about, how do i stir things up?”
“You think.”
“What the hell? Of course i think! It’s only a human trait! I have a working brain!”
“Not for long if you keep doing it!” Ritchie stared back in horror.
“What?”
“Look, the staff here… they’re not human. They’re monsters…”