Months had passed since the study had been completed, and the man was in the day room playing backgammon with one of the other patients. Flat Earth Fiona - from the group therapy session - came over and sat down.

‘It's finished!’ - She declared.

Flat Earth Fiona looked completely different. Her hair wasn’t oily and straggly, she looked bright eyed, and her complexion had improved.

‘What’s finished?’ - The man asked.

‘My story.’

He paused playing and looked at her - ‘What story?’

‘Like after the group therapy session, like when you told us why you were here, I was like inspired - it was like a moment like in movies, when like the clouds open and like a ray of light hits one of the characters.’

He looked around the day room, and then back at her - ‘What are you talking about?’

‘Like I wrote a story about a serial killer who is like hunted by an alien.’

He stared at her - ‘What?’

‘It’s like totally an amazing story - and like, when I get out of here I’m going to like get a director and like make it into a movie.’

He didn’t know what to say.

‘Here - let me read you a bit…’

The killer was crazy. He had been born crazy and had been crazy for a long time, but these days he was just getting crazier. He picked up a saw and ran his fingers along the jagged blade. “I’m going to cut your motherfucking head off” said the crazy killer to the woman. His madman eyes stared at her, and they had a wild look that was the look of a mad man. He walked over to the woman and she was crying. He licked her face and tasted the tears. He could taste the terror in the salty water of her tears, and then he said to her “any last words before I cut off your mother fucking head?!”

She smiled at him - ‘What do you think?’

He stared at her with a blank expression.

‘I’m like totally thinking Brad Pitt for the killer - that's you! And like maybe Lady Gaga for the first victim, and maybe Natalie Portman for like one of the other victims. You want to hear one of the scenes with the alien?’

He tried to say no - but he wasn’t quick enough.

The alien bounty hunter slithered into the room. He was smoking an alien cigar, and he blew red alien smoke out of his alien nose that was on top of his alien head. “I am an alien bounty hunter and I going to have to bring you in, you mad dog killer,” said the alien bounty hunter to the mad dog killer. The mad dog killer’s hand hovered over his gun. “If you go for that gun you mad dog killer, you will be coming with me in a body bag”. The mad dog killer laughed like a hyena. He didn’t care. He was crazy. He said to the alien bounty hunter, “I am crazy. I don’t care if I live or die! It’s all the same to me. That’s how fucking crazy I am.” A bead of alien green sweat ran down the alien’s face - he knew the killer was crazy, but until now he didn’t know exactly how crazy he was! The killer was the most crazy mad dog killer he had ever met.

‘Pretty good, right?’

At that moment Brian wandered over.

‘Well, look who it is - Judas Escargot!”

He tried to go back to the game of backgammon.

‘First sign of a fucking student - and mister hunted-by-a-fucking-alien here is on his back in Ambrose’s office and “in therapy”.’

‘I was like thinking - for the alien we get like that famous actor, the one from like that film to play it.’

‘Which actor?’ - Brian asked.

‘You know, like that famous one. He is like in a load of films!’

‘Charlie Chaplin?’

‘What does he like look like?’

‘Like Adolf Hitler’ - Brian said.

‘Like who is Adolf Hitler?’

‘He was an German painter.’

‘No this guy is an actor - kinda short.’

‘Hitler wasn’t tall - maybe 5 foot 8 inches’ - said Brian.

‘Was Hitler in Mission Impossible?’

‘Now Shaquille O’Neal is tall - he is like 9 foot 2 inches tall!’

‘Hitler wasn’t German’ - said the other man playing backgammon - ‘He was Australian. I saw it on the History Channel.’

The man stood up and walked away. Brian was now asking Flat Earth Fiona why she wasn’t interested in writing a story about him - ‘....anal probes all day and night, baby!....’ - he was shouting.

The man walked over to the TV area and sat down. An arts and crafts program was playing, and a cheerful woman was showing how to fold napkins for a fancy dinner party.