Part 4. The End. The room had tall windows that looked out on what promised to be a wonderful summer evening. The wooden floor was polished by decades of feet, and bookcases lined the walls, full of the wisdom of the sages and the ages. An old regulator-style clock ticked over the darkened wood doors. The room was quite pleasant, and was full of people. In the front stood a man, and sat a woman. The woman was in a medical lifter chair, wrapped in a detention jacket, writhing in the chair's buckled belts. "Kathy," the man said in a calm voice. "Would you like to say hello to the class?" "ORANGE MAN ORANGE MAN AFGRGRGRRRRGRGRORANGE MAAAAAAAAAAAN" she screamed with a raw voice. "Kathy, I've played the recount of your story to the class. Do you still believe you died in 2026?" "GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYORANGEMANORANGEMANBADBADBAD" "We can't help you until you admit to yourself that never happened. You were never interred in a camp in Nebraska." "ARARARARARARARARRARRAGRGARGAGAHRAGRGARHGRHGRARG" The man sighed. This had been his most difficult case, and it was impossible. Kathy Griffin had once been an entertainer, but had degraded into insanity when Donald Trump was re-elected president. 40 years later, she was simply a husk of a mind, lost in a delusion of her own fantasy. "Orderly?" the main said. A young woman in white scrubs approached. "Doctor?" "Can you please take Miss Griffin back to her room?" "Of course, Doctor." She pressed the lift button, and with a whine the neggie lifted the chair off the floor. As the orderly pushed the screaming patient out of the room, the silence of the ages once again descended on the lecture hall. "As you know," the Doctor lectured, "Nothing really of note happened during the second term of President Trump - it was a rather boring period of our history. There were some, however, that simply could not handle this and descended into a strange madness that we've never quite seen again. While this kind of case is incurable, I only bring it to your attention because it shows there are people that you will work with in your career that simply will not be rational about the most mundane things." The Doctor looked out on his class. Young White faces, some quite pale, looked back at him. As he started to speak again, a soft chime resonated through the room. "Please remember that testing on chapters 5 and 6 will be held next week. class dismissed." The Doctor watched the students file out of the class, the normal chatter quite muted. "Well," he said to himself, "if that doesn't scare them away, nothing will."