He was in another room. The walls were covered in paintings, Drawings, colours, arts.
Frank was aware that there were several other people with him. His vision was blurry.
This was real. He was there. He was certain.
Nice hades Frank, said man, with a very high forehead, and wispy blonde hair on the sides of his head.
I'm sensitive to lights, Frank said, I've been sleeping. Frank was wearing a pair of shades day and night. The light effected him.
Good. I bet you feel better after sleep. We were worried about you. You didn't sleep for 72 days Frank.
No. Who are you mr Mark, Frank asked.
I'm Carl, this is the art room.
As Carl said that, a woman came up to Frank and held his arm.
I send thoughts through the lightbulbs she said, looking up at the light.
Do they send thoughts back?, Carl asked her.
The woman let go of Franks arm, and giggled like a small girl stop then wandered away.
FREQUENCY- Awooo, the voice said. It was John.
Would you like some paper and pens? Carl asked, handing Frank a huge sheet of white paper, and a bag of different coloured, assorted pens.
What do I draw?, Frank asked, Carl looking at the giant white canvas.
Anything you like Frank. It’s art, everything is allowed.
Frank paused for a few moments.
I've broken so many laws. I don't think I'm allowed to draw.
Yes, you are Frank, you are allowed to draw.
Frank carefully scrutinised Carl's face. Peering at him.
He sensed trust and understanding in Carl.
Last night there was a fly. Frank said. It had been buzzing around me, but I didn't really take much notice of it.
Then I noticed it. It landed on my knee. I was in my pyjamas, the ones that feel comfortable. Hello, I said to the fly.
You spoke to the fly?, Carl asked.
No. I thought it. I said hello in my head. I didn't move. Normally it would annoy me,
A fly, and I’d flick it away. I didn't. It just sat on my knee. Not moving, and I didn't move.
I wondered what the fly was thinking. What the world was like for the fly? What was in the mind of the fly?
How long had it to live? I don't know how long flies live. How long do flies live Carl?
I don't know Frank, Carl replied.
First, I thought it was just information. It's tiny little arms were moving very quickly stop gathering information,
I thought. It wasn't control UC. I was sure about that. Slowly, very slowly, I bent my face towards it.
Flies are very nervous creatures. It didn't move. I stopped thinking anything stop, it was just me and the fly.
I bent my face to the fly. Then I was so close, I licked its wings.
I licked the flies wings Carl. Then I knew.
Knew what?, Carl asked.
It was God. It's all God stop it's all one mind.
We are all in one mind. I was touched by God.
Frank heard the door open, then noticed a piece of paper on the table.
Yeah, you're right, You're right Frank, you're right. I'm going to see some other patients Frank.
Use the pens and paper and I'll be back over later, see how you're getting on okay?
Thanks Carl.
Carl left frank with the large sheet of white paper, and a bag of pens.
Frank emptied the bag onto the table, there was an assortment of colours and various types.
Red Cross, Cancer care, bank pens, Biros, felt tips, inks, ballpoints, pens, lots of pens.
Frank noticed the piece of paper again, he picked it up to read.
Just because I'm weak you can steal my dreams.
Put your hands inside my head.
And put your son there instead.
Love Doc. X. It was from Doc.
Frank remembered reading about someone who used red and blue pens to make arts.
Frank chose the red and blue pens.
He heard the door open.
Only his death would stop him, he thought.
