Silas opened his eyes to a bright and sterilized white.

He was lying on a bed, dressed with white sheets, in a white room with no windows. A white iron door at the far end from where he was stood as the barrier blocking him from leaving.

A cell. 

Sitting up, Silas' suit was gone. He was now clad in white prisoner garb. Looking around, an unsettling fact began to set in. His hand was still clenched into a fist, his knuckles white, yet he held nothing. The chains were gone and Sky was nowhere to be seen.

He would never let go.

The palm of his other hand. The sign of Lucifer was a healing scar. 

Pushing himself up, his feet in white slippers, he stood and shuffled forward.

The room itself was bare. There was a mirror built into the wall near the door. Walking to it, he looked at the reflection. It was his face but the face of a stranger. He looked human. His eyes and features were clear of shadows. 

Curious, he touched his reflection on the cold surface of the mirror. It was a fleeting moment before he tore himself away to focus to the heavy metal door. There was no handle, only a small sliding window at eye level, closed shut from the opposite side.

For a long time he stared into the room, then to the door, then back to the room. There was no visible way to escape. 

Beginning to pace,  the bright light above his head illuminated the white surfaces around him. For what seemed like an eternity, he walked back and forth in silence, checking every seam and corner in the room. Certainly the Youth's plan wasn't to leave him to rot in a cell until he starved to death or lost his sanity?

Sky. Sky. Sky.

Everything around him had to be some sort of a trick, an illusion but there was no waver in its appearance. His prison was solid.

Silas moved back to the door. Holding his ear to its surface, only a gentle hum amidst the silence was his reply. He kept listening. There had to be some sort of sign of life on the other side. Surely he wasn't alone. 

He heard movement from the other side of the door. The distinguishable sound of someone talking. It was muffled but the words hummed against the metal in dotted intervals.

Then, a scream. 

Sky's scream.

With that sound, Silas began to pound his fists against the metal door.

"My Sky!" He shouted, lunging at the metal. He his fists were burning red with pain and screamed until his throat was hoarse. Someone was on the other side and it only fuelled his urge to make as much noise as possible until that someone finally answered. The small window on the door opened and an unfamiliar pair of eyes were suddenly peering in at him as he kept banging.

"Silas, you need to calm down." The new face spoke through the window but Silas only continued, "Silas, you know what has to happen if you keep doing this."

"Where is my Sky?"

The eyes of the unknown glared an impatient look in the small rectangle window.  

"Silas, I'm giving you 10 seconds to calm down. Then I have to do what I'm sure neither of us wants."

Knowing full well what he was doing received attention there was no stopping. He needed to get out of that cell. If it meant inciting his keeper, he would continue. He was certain of Sky's scream. The countdown began, counting down to his punishment. When zero came, the cover of the small window was replaced. Keys jingled distantly behind the metal and the door was unlocked. The door pushed inward and when Silas grabbed the side of the metal door to pull it, a pair of hands met his and pushed him back. The door swung open and on the other side was a large man, larger than Silas, dressed in nurse's scrubs. 

No longer was Silas the towering one. 

Following directly behind him was another nurse of similar stature. Their bodies blocking the door and although Silas stood against them, their strength overpowered him in a torrent that forced him back towards the bed on which he had awoken.

"Where is my Sky?" 

He was far from the position of getting the answers he wanted. Their only reply was silence. They grabbed his limbs, rough to the point of bruising, pinning him down. Unprepared, he tried to fight but once he was on the bed, belts were brought across his body to immobilize him. He fought and writhed against his bonds as the two men nurses made way for a third with an injection needle in hand. 

"Release this one!"

Silas struggled. Hands pulled at his pants, bringing them down over his thighs.

"Stop!" Silas screamed as the needle was jabbed into his flesh. The clear liquid within was injected and within seconds it took effect. The sedative was quick and a short moment later, Silas ceased his struggles and his voice faded to a whisper. The coherency in his eyes, now half open, was fast fading.

"Mmmy Sssky..." He mumbled, his head bobbing to the side. "Wwwwhere..."

His lips mouthed her name but no sound rose in his throat as he fell back into the black.

When he awoke, hours later, he couldn't shake the drowsiness that accompanied the sedatives side effects. His mouth and lips were dry. He was still strapped to the bed in the bright white room. Groaning, he tried to turn his head. A headache pounded at his temples and there was no relief. Pain shot through his vision against the light. He shut his eyes, blocking out the white but opened them again suddenly at the sound of the door of his room opening. 

The nurses had returned.

Hands undid the bindings that kept him in place, but his body refused to obey any command to move.

"It's time for your appointment with the Doctor."

The nurse's movements were a blur in Silas' sight.

Groaning, Silas flexed his jaw to speak but any slurred sound he made was ignored. The nurses moved back and forth. They were all male and all appeared the same; giant and intimidating.  

Silas' arms and legs felt like lead weights. He was lifted onto a waiting wheelchair. His legs and arms again strapped into the chair  restricting any movement. He was wheeled back through the open metal door, giving him his first view of where he was. Into a bright hallway lined with doors and rooms identical to his. There were nurses, caretakers, and patients everywhere.

Looking down at himself, he was able to piece his situation together. 

He was a patient in an asylum.

Silence in the air as most of the patients he could see were shuffling mindlessly through the halls. Drugged and compliant to everything. 

Silas couldn't help question his own sanity. 

He tried to turn his head enough to look at the nurse that pushed him. Silas couldn't seem to focus on his face. His skull felt like a lead weight from the drugs. His mind was a storm of thoughts while his body remained somnolent. 

The Youth, the Woman, the Child, the Man, Faust and the hunt to collect their souls. 

Now he was somewhere else completely. And without Sky.

Sky. 

Where was she? 

That question kept running over and over in his head. He had no answer. All he had were his hands. One scarred, the other clenched into an unbreakable fist.

He was pushed through a set of double doors to an empty waiting area illuminated again by more white lights. Soon called through a consultation room door on the opposite end of the room, he was wheeled in and left in the small square room, buckled into the wheelchair. There was another chair a few feet away.

He waited. 

Time had no end and no beginning. It could have been five minutes, or an hour. Silas couldn't be certain until a light knock came at the other side of the door and it was opened.

A figure stepped in and from their feet, Silas strained to look up to their face.

"Good afternoon, Silas. How is my most interesting case patient doing today?" The Doctor spoke. He was wearing a white lab coat. 

"Where is my Sky?" Silas hissed in question. 

The Doctor gave a knowing smile with the gentle shake of his head, a reaction that everyone gave him in that strange place.

"I see we are having a bit of a regression today. And I was notified of a violent episode in your room." He nodded, taking a glance down at the clipboard of notes. Flipping to a second page, humming in thought, the Doctor then returned his gaze to Silas. "How are you feeling? I see here you were given 10 mg of intramuscular haloperidol and 40 mg of intramuscular promethazine. You must still be feeling drowsy."

Silas gaze visibly narrowed to thin slits, his patience wearing thin.

"Where is my Sky?" Silas spoke once more, his voice becoming icier with every word.

"Oh, Silas, I had expected this was going to happen. The path to recovery is filled with many bumps. I would like to reassure you that we are all proud of the progress you are making. These episodes are becoming more and more infrequent. The medication appears to be working, although I can see here a few of your doses could be increased for a few weeks to give you a little more stability." The Doctor said, seating himself in the chair before Silas, making a note of what he was saying on the paperwork he held.

"No. This one heard her scream. You are keeping her somewhere. Where is my Sky?"

The Doctor took a deep breath, choosing his words wisely before he answered,

"I know, I know. And I'm glad you are telling me this and asking these questions. Let me know any time you hear any screams or noises that coincide with these episodes you are having, because that's what they are; episodes of your condition."

The world went still and Silas' thoughts went blank.

"What condition?"

The Doctor paused,

"Although you already know this information, you suffer from possession trance disorder, hyper delusional disorder, and dissociative identity disorder, among other things. All manifesting from trauma you suffered both as a child and a head injury from a motorcycle accident two years ago. This is something that has been explained to you many times and something you yourself know very well. When these episodes occur it can take you a few days to regain your senses, during which, you are prone to very violent outbursts."

The stethoscope hanging around the Doctor's neck was adjusted, its ends placed into his ears as he leaned forward towards Silas, still remained trapped in his chair. Trying to process the words being fed to him, he remained quiet while the Doctor checked his heart's beat as he glanced at the timing on his watch.

"A normal heartrate, although perhaps a bit stressed. I can tell these episodes really throw your body off. I suggest having a rest in your room today, but you need to eat. Your scheduling says you haven't eaten since yesterday morning." He said, again glancing to his watch. "Dinner should be soon. I'll make sure someone will help with your meal in the common area and then I would recommend an early turn in."

He sat back, writing a few more notes.

"Before we're done, I want to let you know that you are scheduled for the specialist tomorrow morning after breakfast. He's going to try again to uncurl those fingers of yours." The Doctor smiled before he stood. Walking by Silas, he gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry, Silas. We're here to help you." 

He was gone before Silas could ask any questions, and a nurse returned several minutes later to wheel Silas from the room. "Let's get you to dinner." Back through the waiting room and hall, past other nurses and patients to the common room doors at one end of the hospital's long hall. 

Another white room. 

This one had tables where patients sat together quietly, some helped by nurses as everything was being prepped for dinner. Silas was wheeled forward to a table with two patients; an old man and a middle aged woman. "You can sit with Robert and Maddy today."

And there he was left. 

As best as he could amidst his throbbing headache, Silas looked at his surroundings. There were many faces but none of them belonged to Sky. When he looked back, he found himself looking at the two figures at his table. The old man by his side appeared comotose, his mind on a planet of its own while the old woman sitting across the table was gazing back at Silas with a wide blue stare and a smile of amusement splitting her wrinkled face.

"Did they jab you again?" Maddy asked, snapping her fingers to check the level of  Silas' coherency.

She laughed, casting a glance to the old man who gave no reaction. Giving a humph, she looked back at Silas. Leaning in over the table towards him, she whispered in her cigarette stained voice, 

"Maybe if you weren't so crazy they wouldn't do it so much."

Silas looked into her eyes and he couldn't tear himself away. 

Blue eyes. 

"They will keep you here. Hiding her away." She said, her voice rising to a shout, before she caught herself in her error. She brought a finger to her lips, hushing herself. She went quiet when the first tray of food was laid in front of the old man after which she started into a crazed fit of laughter. Her voice billowed out through the room before she managed to collect herself once again.

Silas' opened his mouth to speak but the woman held her hand up to stop him from saying a word. For a long time as their food, plastic utensils and cups, were laid out before them, Silas could only watch her. Now having his undivided attention, he stared, waiting for her to speak again. But there were no more words as a nurse sat next to him, readying to feed him. The moment he sat at the table, Maddy said nothing more. She looked down at her food and was quick to pretend to focus her attention on stirring her food with the plastic spoon provided. Refusing to look back at Silas again as if having some precognition of the situation that was about to take place.

With the Devil's contract, Silas hadn't eaten in thirty four years.

The nurse took a spoonful of the watery porridge in the small white bowl and presented it for Silas to accept. Looking from it to the nurse, Silas' expression had become less than accepting. He wasn't going to open his mouth.

"Come on, open up," The nurse grumbled, visibly annoyed by Silas' noncompliance. The gruel dripped unappetizingly from the tip of the spoon. "Come on, Silas. Don't do this again. Just eat your food."

The nurse tried to coax his mouth open but Silas turned his head

"Release this one," Silas words were biting. His body was beginning to feel more normal, the sedatives fading. He pulled at the bonds of his wrist but with only half his normal strength. No matter what anyone advised, Silas wouldn't cave so easily to being played with. 

Sky was missing.