The shrink must come into this ward sometimes. He must come in at night. That's why we don't see him. Tonight, I will stay awake by spitting out the pills.

It's very dark. Everybody is asleep.

I hear him coming. I see him. He's sneaking in through the ward's kitchen door. He's almost running to get to the charge's desk. He scribbles his initials on the daily drug list, and then he runs back toward the door. He almost got away, but I'm waiting for him. I catch him by his arm and say, "What's wrong with me? Why am I here in this place?"

He says, "Lo siento joven, no entiendo ingles."

I say, "Why are you speaking in that weird language? Did you come from Mars?"

He says, "Marte? No lo entiendo. I come Dominican Republic."

I point to him and say, "Okay, you Dominican Republic, Mars." I point to myself and say, "Me here. In this ward. Why am I here?"

He stares at me, and then says, "Tu diagnostico? No lo se Tu diagnostico.

I say, "Okay, can I go with you to Mars?"

He looks at me in a weird way says, "To Marte? Why not?"

He leads me to the door, and we go out. We go down a long hallway and out a door. There's a parking lot. He leads me to a car. It's a white car. He drives us out to a street where there are a lot of other cars. I say, "Are we going to Mars? Is this the way?"

He says, "Si. Este es el camino a Marte. Te gustara estar alli."

I say, "What?"

He says, "Si. To Mars. You like."

We go past a lot of cars. This is going to be the greatest day of my life.