They finally stir awake from within the back of the horse drawn wagon that they were forced into and locked inside once leaving the courthouse after the judge issued the verdict and conviction: innocent by means of insanity, and a life sentence to be carried out in a psychiatric asylum. With movements restricted by the tightly fitted straight jacket, it's a struggle to see out the small bared window of the vehicle, but the unmistakable sound of iron gates squealing as they swing open lets them know they are here: The Spring Grove Hospital for the Insane. The wooden planks of the wagon floor press uncomfortably against their back through the thin fabric of their prison uniform. The air smells of horse sweat and damp wood, mixed with the faint metallic tang of fear. Outside, they can hear distant voices and the creaking of the ancient gate mechanism. It's not long until the back of the wagon is unlocked and opened by three strong orderlies, their faces grim and impassive as they stand at the ready to grab and carry the newest patient inside to begin the process of admission to the facility.