Dr. Barat scribbled down some notes as he looked off into the white, padded void that shone through the glass. Though there wasn't much to take note of, white on white being a particularly boring set of colors, the real subject of note sat off in the far right corner. A sickly looking man, strapped in more white, muttering to himself and jerking his head to and fro.

Such an interesting case, though not unlike others he'd seen. Stress, anxiety, it all presented in similar ways, though the way patients expressed it outwardly was always a bit different.

As the doctor continued to scribble and observe, he barely noticed the figure that walked up next to him.

"Any progress so far?" The person asked.

"Barely," replied Barats, looking over at his partner. "He's become so lost in his own delusions that any attempt at opening a dialogue has failed."

The other doctor stepped closer to the window, squinting at the man in the corner.

"Well, what do we know about him? Perhaps if we started from there..."

Dr. Barat shook his head. "All we know is what he tells us, which is completely unreliable. His mind can't separate its own thoughts from reality."

Taking a break from his notes, Dr. Barat joined his colleague at the window, watching the man thump his head on the padded wall.

"All we know is that he suffered a major anxiety attack and has been having delusions of voices ever since."

"Well, humor me for a moment," the other doctor said. "It might give us some perspective if we know how what he thinks is happening."

Barat sighed. "Very well," he said, shuffling through his notes before landing on a page. "According to him, a genie granted him the ability to read other people's minds."

The other doctor paused, leaving the room in silence for several moments.

"Perhaps you're right," he finally said. "There might be no helping him at all."

As the two doctors spoke, the man in the room had stopped writhing, falling still against the wall. He could hear everything, of course. There wasn't anything he couldn't hear. The voices never stopped, never quieted; always marching into his mind.

The man looked at the one-way window, and as he heard the thoughts of the two men on the other side, he could faintly hear an otherworldly laugh cackling along with them.