Charlie was processed through the general hospital emergency department, never seeing a psychiatrist (at least not anyone whom the department personnel identified as a psychiatrist), and was sent down the road to the psychiatric hospital for admission—what Charlie calls his "trip to the mental hospital." The psychiatrist at this hospital, who confused Charlie by showing up in scrubs, was doing her fifth admission of the night and had two more waiting. After being assured that he was not talking to a surgeon, Charlie tried to explain himself, but the psychiatrist seemed more interested in filling out the admission forms than in learning about Charlie. She asked questions he had already answered in his free-flowing initial remarks, but apparently he was not where she was on her form. Of course, Charlie didn't have a copy of the form; all he had was his story, his identity, and his life. Charlie felt there was no evaluation and only one outcome. Admit.