He sits in the corner of the cold, white room, knees drawn to his chest.  He is shaking and every once in a while a tear escapes from his eye.  A beautiful young woman stands just outside the room.  She looks at him through a small glass window.  A doctor is standing next to her.

"Can I go inside today, Dr. O'Brien?"

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Allison."

"Please.  I can't stand it when he's alone in there."

"He probably won't respond to you…"

She interrupts him, "I don't care."  She looks through the window again.  "Does he still think he's Frankenstein?"

"Frank-N-Furter…and yes, I'm afraid so.  He's 'living' in a world totally separate from ours."

Allison fights back her tears and enters the room.  She slowly walks toward the young man on the floor.  "Frank," she calls in a sweet voice.  No response.  She sits on the floor next to him.  Putting an arm around him, she gently turns his face towards her.  "Frank," she says again.  "It's Allison, honey.  Can you talk to me today?"

"Th-they're going to kill me," he says faintly.

"No, baby, you're safe.  Nobody's trying to hurt you.  I'm here."

"I've done such terrible things and they all hate me."  He begins to shake more violently.  He clutches onto Allison.  "I'm sorry about Eddie!  I'm sorry I've been so cruel to everyone!"  He finally makes eye contact with her and pleads, "Please, just let me go home!  Don't let your brother kill me!"  His body becomes weaker than it already is; he lays his head in her lap and sobs.

Allison is at a loss for actions.  Her husband has been in this hospital for six months.  He has been, as the doctor puts it, "living" in an alternate reality in his mind.  He's been like this ever since the accident.

Frank and Allison had been traveling to a remote town in Ohio to see Frank's Uncle Scott.  It was raining and a drunk driver lost control of his car, slamming into Frank and Allison's.  Allison was pregnant at the time.

Their car was pulverized and they were trapped for hours.  Frank was able to move his head enough to see his young wife, she wasn't moving.  He was convinced that she and his unborn child were dead.

When they were found, they were both unconscious.  Allison was alive, but the baby didn't survive.  Frank awoke in the hospital and since then has been, mentally, "gone."  The doctors feel that he suffered tremendous amounts of guilt in thinking that his wife and child were dead and that he couldn't prevent it, but they don't know for sure.

Allison goes to the hospital to see him every day.  She learns more and more about the world he is stuck in.  She and the doctors hear names: Riff Raff, Magenta, Eddie, Columbia, Rocky, and the newest, Brad and Janet.  It's all very unnerving, but Allison remains hopeful thinking that maybe it will all end as abruptly as it began.

"Frank," she says twirling his dark curls between her fingers, "I won't let anybody kill you, but you need to come back to me."

He stops shaking for a moment and very softly sings the words, "I'm going home."  He then lets out a blood-curdling scream that forces Allison to grab him tightly and cry.

Everything is now still.  Frank doesn't move, only breathes…barely.  Silent tears flow from Allison's eyes; she is at yet another loss not knowing what her husband's just experienced.

Frank's eyes open and he sees the sterile white floor.  He feels warmth under his aching head and realizes that he is resting on someone's lap.  He uses what little strength he has left and shifts onto his back.  He looks up and blinks away tears.

"Allison?" he asks in disbelief.

Giving him a shaky smile she says, "You're home, Frank."  She kisses his forehead.  "You're home."