"I'd like some music now please," he says to his younger sister, who asks what he would like. "Pan flutes, Elizabeth," he replies. His older sister asks if he would like the music here or in his room. "In my room, Rachel," he replies decisively.
Rachel checks with the two caregivers. One of them unlocks the middle of three white doors. The bathroom door is also locked, damaged at its bottom right-hand corner. A water stain marks the floor.
Jonathan's bedroom is stark - just a mattress with disheveled bedding on the floor. One of the caregivers offers me a plastic chair, but warns me to stay seated and not let Jonathan get it.