I woke in a cold sweat, arms still wrapped round my body, in a pitch black room.

As soon as I moved, motion sensor lights flickered on, and I found myself sitting in an all too familiar white padded cell.

Only this time I felt more like a lab rat than a St. Augustine's patient, because directly in front of me on the other side of the viewing glass, were about fifteen white coats all standing with their clip boards just watching me...

My heart began to race! My hands began to shake, and I felt a claustrophobic wave come over me as if the walls were closing in.

I looked round in a panic to see if there was a way outta here!

Dean a little help here....

Nothing.

Dean PLEASE!!

I couldn't hear him, why wasn't he talking?

I looked round again at the white padded room, hoping to discover some sort of escape outta there. There was none. It was sealed tight, not giving any sort of indication that there was even a door there.

Come Dean I need you right now man!

Still nothing.

So help me God, I'm gonna get outta this place one way or another! I thought struggling up to my feet.

I began throwing my suited up body round the room like a crazy person! Knocking myself wall to wall trying to break loose from the straight jacket restraining my body. In the end the only thing ended up breaking, well nearly, was my nose when I ran face first at the glass, glaring angrily at the white coats stood behind it, all continuing to watch me with expressionless eyes.

Suddenly one of the white coats, the one in the middle, picked up a microphone and began to speak...

''Johnathan, my name is Dr. Brooks. Do you know where you are right now?'' his clear voice echoing all around me in the room I was in.

''My names not Johnathan, its Dean Ambrose!'' I snapped '' and right now I should be on a WWE stage kicking Bray Wyatt's ass, but you went ahead and ruined that didn't you'' I said sarcastically ''so no, why don't you tell me Doc...where am I?''

The doctor jotted something down on his pad, then raised his mic to speak again...

''Your inside St. Augustine's mental asylum in Cincinnati Ohio. Now, you call yourself Dean Ambrose...is that the name you prefer to be known as Johnathan?''

''STOP CALLING ME JOHNATHAN!'' I yelled ''... I'm Dean! Dean Ambrose! I'm a WWE Superstar, and your all about to have a huge lawsuit on your hands if you don't UNTIE ME NOOWWWWW!'' I raged, banging my head repeatedly against the glass window!

The doctor sighed calmly, wrote some more notes on his clipboard, and looked at me dead on...

''Your name is Johnathan Good. You've been a patient of St. Augustine's for the last 20 yea-''

''NINETEEN you daft punk! Because I escaped!! I escaped this hell hole facility with all of its hallucinogenic meds! I escaped and made a life for myself, and it's just killing you isn't it Doc? Tell me what's worse though: the fact that I was 'crazy' enough to do something so daring? Or the fact that I actually pulled it off?'' I smirked proudly.

The doctor sighed again, this time stepping closer to the thick glass that separated us, as he looked into my eyes, almost apologetic, and raised his mic to speak again...

''Johnathan'' he said very calmly ''...you never left. You've been a patient with us since the day you stepped foot in here 20 years ago.''

My face turned as white as the walls around me. I looked round the room in complete shock until my body turned numb.

Just then I saw a familiar face peeking through the small glass window in the door to the viewing room behind the doctors...

It was Roman! Oh look, and Seth! I knew I wasn't going crazy!! Oh thank God, maybe they can help put an end to all this madness!

''Guy's! Hey guys! Tell Steph and Hunter to get me outta here!'' I yelled, waving and trying to get their attention.

The doctor looked confused, and turned to see I was waving at. He whispered something in another doctors ear, then motioned for Roman to Seth t come in.

They both ran up to the window with great sadness and upset in their eyes.

''Help me'' I mouthed.

They both touched their hands to the glass, and I did the same with my elbow, Shilled style.

''Who are these men?'' the doctor asked me in a curious tone...

''Their brothers, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins, and together we are The shield'' I told him.

Just then another familiar face appeared behind them, laughing his head off like a maniac ''See what happens when you sit in my section boy'' he laughed again.

''Get him outta here would you'' I hear the Doc say to one of the other docs.

''Yeah keep talking Wyatt!'' I barked, as the doc escorted Bray away from the room ''I'm not done with you! Not by a long shot!!'' I yelled.

''Wyatt...?'' the doctor mumbled, still jotting things down on his clipboard.

''Hey! You better listen up Doc, Roman and Seth here are gonna have you arrested, then, their gonna kick your ass! Or the other way around, whichever suits you'' I smirked, winking at Seth and Roman who I knew would have my back in all this.

''The two men you see before you Johnathan are not 'Roman Reigns' or 'Seth Rollins' they are both St. Augustine patients just like you. Their names are Trent Wilmore and Jake Powers'' he said, telling me the name of my two best buds I had left behind.

''...and the man you called 'Bray Wyatt' is too another patient here...Kent Matthews.'' The St. Augustine's bully who pushed me down the steps that day.

My eyes widened in SHOCK at what the doc was telling me...it can't be true...it can't be true...it can't be true...it can't be true...

Tears filed my eyes...

Dean, if you're listening, I've never needed anyone as much as I've needed you right now buddy.

Nothing.