They are the ones who go crazy. I am the the only one that stays sane. Five crazy people with bulging eyes and crazy eyebrows not like mine. Five who do not enjoy it here but are here. Five insane stories told by the commoners. From our seat, we can see them, but Ty is distracted and doesn’t notice these things.
Their insanity is pure. They send crazy signals to my brain. They run and scream into pillows and stay as quiet as they can to hide their insanity. This is how they stay sane.
Let one forget their reason for being here, they’d all be sane, each with their minds complete and brain cells functioning. Stay, Stay, Stay they say when keeping sane. They repeat.
When they are too sad and too lost to keep sane, when they try their best to be normal, then it is I look at the crazy people. When there is nothing else to see in this room. Five who grew up despite their differences. Five who stay sane and do not forget to stay sane. Five whose only reason is to be sane and remain sane.