It was Mikael's first day in the asylum. He was sure there were others that came with him, and he should be getting to know the other insane people, but he didn't feel like it. He wasn't really insane, and he wasn't really up to it. He stayed in his room, wondering how his miserable life came to this. 

The whiteness of the surroundings reminded him that he killed his father with a blast of unseen force. And no one believed him. They thought he was mad, and now he was here. 

Soon, he got so bored that he went out of his room and went to the leisure room, where there were lots of things to do. There were many people, too, most of them crazy. He didn't care about them. He wasn't crazy. So he picked a book, picked a quiet spot and started reading. He saw the title of the book he picked up, and chuckled. "Visitor in Lunacy. It doesn't get any crazier than this." he said to no one in particular.