"How do you feel?"
Joanna did not say a word.
"How do you feel Joanna."
The doctor's tone was a little more demanding.
"Headache. Violent headache."
"Ok. You're in Broadmoor now."
Joanna was still concussed, but there had been no long-term damage to her brain.
"You're in Broadmoor Hospital where you will be serving your life sentence on a high security unit, with an extra five years."
Gracious thank yous to all that reviewed and enjoyed this story. There may be a sequel coming, but I am very busy at the moment.