"Should I just call you Harry?"

"Call me Harry."

"Okay. I'll do just that. Harry, your best friend warned you about the venom and various other dangers of injecting it into your body." She took notes, "Why didn't you listen?"

"And just sit here as a passive waste? I was to run my father's company and it was taken from me. I was misinformed about the secret 'projects' that were taking place under my nose."

"Such as?"

"Electro."

"It says here in a report filed about 5 months ago that, you are 'insane and speak like a madman'. I find that you're talking rather intelligently."

"The report was falsified by the idiot that placed my good friend Electro behind the institution's doors. The one that stole my father's company from me."

"Okay. Thank you for the clarity. You're looking much better. You're ears are looking more rounded off, not as... Pointed. Skin is much clearer..."

"I understand that you're a doctor Miss...?"

"Roland. My last name is Roland." She placed the clipboard down and looked at him, "I understand that I'm not trained in the position of being a surgeon or someone who actually gives physicals. But I am a doctor."

"Ah. Understandable. How much longer would you say, Miss. Ronald, do I have to stay at this dungeon?"

"You know I can't disclose that Harry."

"Hey at least I tried."