Max crawled over to the woman in the white dress. He decided to give her a hug, he didn't like hugs but she did and Max thought he would give her one to say sorry for tripping over her. After pulling her to her feet, Max embraced the woman in the white dress.
She didn't seem to like it though, so Max let go.
She fell to the ground.
Max decided that was something was definatly wrong with her and that he should do something about it.
He went over to his toilet, pulled down his pants, sat down and began urinating. This helped him think. While he was waiting Max stared at the woman in the white dress. She was quite still, her face pressed to the grey, concrete floor.
Max stopped staring at the woman in the white dress and looked for his favourite book. He liked this book. It was about a dog who kept getting things wrong. He's a funny old dog, thought Max.
The woman in the white dress coughed.

Max opened his eyes, he was on this left hand side, he didn't like this so he rolled onto his back. This was no better so he rolled onto his right hand side. He liked his right hand side, he could see his clock.
He liked his clock it was one of those new ones with the bright green display. The woman in the white dress had brought it back after christmas so he never had to ask the time again.
He could tell from the number that it was twenty five minutes past five in the morning. Max watched the numbers for a while, it wasn't until forty five minutes past six in the morning that he stopped watching them, he got out of the bed.
He Tripped over.
This was strange, this wasn't normally here. Max watched the strange object for a while. It wasn't moving which meant that it probably wasn't dangerous, he inspected it more closely but with the same amount of caution.
After five minutes of careful inspection Max decided that this was a human, but it wasn't moving.
It was the woman in the white dress.

He’s standing there and the people are screaming. Why are the people screaming? He waved his arms at them. No they were still screaming and now some of them fell to the floor. He decided to join them, clutching his face like a fat woman nearby, he wailed and dropped to the floor. Later as the police removed the bodies they marveled at how quietly he’d come. Joking that he must be the strong but silent type.

Max wasn’t one for the memory of large chunks of information or even long words like ‘incognito’ this is one of the words that made him scratch at his arms. The doctors didn’t like it when he did that. Instead they told him that he should read a book or sleep or call the woman in the white dress. She made him sleep when she touched his arms. Max liked this woman, sometimes she would leave him biscuits. She told him to eat them quickly and quietly because she wasn’t supposed to do this and was only doing it because of what a nice boy he was. Max didn’t understand her. She said a lot of big words. This hurt his head and made him want to scratch his arms. But he didn’t because then he wouldn’t get any more biscuits.

His favorite biscuit was the chocolate digestive. He didn’t like the other biscuits as much. They were round as well but didn’t taste the same, this worried Max a lot but he tried not to think about it.