"How can you play by yourself," Bree asked, softly. She leaned closer to watch the game. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"

Spencer shrugged. "Some of the medication dulls my mind. I'm trying to keep myself sharp."

"Yeah but I still don't get it. Aren't you supposed to play with another person."

He looked over at her. "Do you want to play?"

"I don't know how."

"I'll teach you sometime. Chess isn't a game, anyway. It's a careful strategy. You have to outwit your opponent."

"So...how exactly do you outwit yourself? That's what I don't get."

"By thinking like your adversary."

"Oh. No, I still don't get it."

"You will," he said, simply.

She watched him, waiting for him to elaborate, but he seemed absorbed in the game. She held her hand up and looked at wonderingly, "Have I turned invisible?" She let it fall back, glancing at him again, and rolling her eyes, irritably. "I guess so."

Not even the arrival of a third party could draw his attention away. "Well, not much has changed, apparently," the newcomer said. Bree looked up at her. "I'm Penelope Garcia," she said, cheerfully, sitting beside Bree.

"Yeah, he mentioned you. He said he worked with you." She lowered her voice. "So he really is a G-man?"

"Yeah," Penelope said, looking surprised at the question. "Did you think he was making it up?"

"No. It's just that so many people here say things and they actually believe them but it turns out it's hardly ever true."

"Alright, I guess I can buy that."

"If you don't mind can I ask what happened?"

Penelope sighed and didn't answer right away. "It's a stressful job."

"You know, I can hear you two," Spencer said, finally entering the conversation.

Penelope brightened once more. "I knew that."

"I guess I'll just leave you two. I have to go straighten my room, or Rycroft will have a fit. He'll send the goons in to do it for me and they always take something," Bree told them, standing up and hurrying back to the building.

"I see you're enoying the fresh air. That's good."

"Sunlight therapy. It's been proven that UV rays can alleviate symptoms of depression. In fact, most physicians believe that it is the lack of exposure in winter months that leads to the condition known as Seasonal Affective Disorder."

"Yeah, nothings changed," she said, with mock-annoyance.

"I'm glad to see you too, Garcia."

She rolled her eyes. "Who wouldn't be?" She playfully slapped him on the arm. "So how is it?"

He shrugged. "I can't say I'm exactly happy to be here, but it's okay as far as these places go."

"Oh, sweetie, it's only for a little while."

"I know."

Her mood seemed to dim, and he felt a twinge of guilt. "Look, Garcia. I'm not upset with anyone, especially not you. You guys just wanted to help me. I know that."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, I'd say it's definitetly helping. I feel better than I have in...I don't know how long."

"Oh thats great! You're getting better then."

"Well, I wouldn't say getting better but the medication is helping. That's a trap alot of people with...my condition fall into. But I won't let it happen."

"But still it's something."

He smiled at her. "Yeah. I'm not so stressed out atleast."

She touched her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness, I've been so worried. You locked up in here, and us not being able to visit like we want. But look, you have a friend, and you're feeling good. You have no idea how happy I am." Tears welled in her eyes. "Oh here I go getting all emotional."

"Garcia, you're embarrasing me," he teased.

She laughed, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.