That night Morgan dreamed of the prison again.
This time he was strapped to a bed and a Reader was standing over him talking to him.
“Mr. Bishop, we’re – ”
“I told you, my name is Morgan, not Mr. Bishop!”
“We’re going to take you down the hall,” the lady continued, ignoring his comment. “We’re going to be doing a procedure that we feel might help you.”
Morgan strained against the leather straps and continued to scream at the Reader. Two men came in and then they began to push the bed, which was on wheels, out into the hallway. Morgan continued to struggle but he still managed to notice that long lights adorned the ceiling and everything appeared so white and sterile.
At one point he turned and saw above a doorway letters that said RATHBONE ASYLUM. The realization that he actually saw and understood the meaning of the letters was overwhelming. He quit struggling and tried to understand the nature of the act of reading the letters and how it was that he was able to perform such magic.
As he lay pondering all this, the Readers attached things to his body and placed a thick, hard device into his teeth. Morgan took all of this without struggle because he was still wrestling with the notion of being able to read.
Suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through his head and made him arch his back and bite down on the thing in his mouth.
Morgan awoke with tears streaming down his face.