…Daniel?

Who was Daniel? It couldn't be...

John took a step back, the voice of this man ringing in his head. When the name escaped his mouth, John felt violated, as if the man had reached out and touched his thoughts with his blood stained hands. Was it even possible...or was it a trick? Did this psychopath just speak his real name?

John began to fumble furiously with his hospital bracelet, as if to reinforce that he was still John, even though he knew that he wasn't. All the while other people we speaking up against the intruder, but John could only hear his own blood pumping in his ears. He tried to offer up some feeble argument against him as well, but only stutters and half sentences tumbled out of his mouth. “Y-you can't...I...we won't...” 

John tried to pull himself together, but it was impossible for the moment. He could only stare into the middle distance while everything unfolded around him.