"This is bullshit," Rycroft said, throwing the paper in the trash.

Spencer stared at him, shocked. "What?"

"You're wasting my time. And yours. I thought you wanted to get better. I thought you wanted out of here."

"I do want that. I did what you told me to."

"Wrong answer."

"Well, please, tell me what it is you want me to say."

"Get out of my office."

"What?"

"I told you to write, to get things off your chest and this is what you bring me. Obviously, you are not serious about wanting to recover."

"I'm not serious-on what grounds do you-"

Rycroft stood up and glared across the room at him. "Leave now. Come back when you've done something productive. Otherwise, don't bother."

Spencer left the room, half in a fury. He let the door slam behind him and he kicked the far wall.

One of the nurses was in the hallway. She eyed him with suspicion. "Alright, you do that too much around here and you know where they will stick you. Might even pick out a special jacket, just for you too," she warned.

"What I want to know is how the hell did he get his license? Talking to me like that. Oh, I'm not taking things seriously. Doesn't he know what I've been through," he seethed.

She shrugged and went back to her work, shaking medications into small cups.

Sunday morning rolled around. Spencer stretched out on a couch in one of the small den areas, with a heavy blanket thrown over him. He was reading through a huge text on the Asian continent, taking notes every now and then on a notepad.

Bree was sitting crosslegged on the floor, also under a blanket.

Outside it was gray and rainy, as it had been for a few days now. The dampness seeped into the building.

On top of that, the facility was on lockdown. One of the patients had somehow left unsupervised and strangled two joggers. Now, everyone else was paying for it.

"Did you know that the name Bangkok is incorrect?"

"Huh?"

"The true name of the village is Krung Thep. It means City of Angels."

"Like Los Angeles?"

"Yeah. Except that's only the abbreviation. The full name is nineteen words, consisting of 152 letters and 64 syllables."

"Wow. That's fascinating."

"I know. Despite the length, most natives are able to recite it by heart."

"No, I meant, that it's fascinating how much free time you have on your hands to know these things."

He shrugged and went back to the book. "I've decided to take up anthropology as a new major."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I haven't decided on Cultural, Social or Linguistic. Maybe I'll look into all three. And then there is Archaeology..."

"Och, you're making my head hurt. You collect like most people collect postage stamps."

"I'm fascinated with the human condition. Anthropology and Archaeology are part of that. I've already studied Psychology, Sociology and Philosphy so why not? Besides, I think this place will drive me crazy if I don't find something to do."

Bree shook her head and gave him a strange look. "Oh...it's not so bad being crazy. I went mad for awhile, did me no end of good. I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic. I found a small lake that thought it was a gin and tonic, and jumped in and out of that. At least, I think it thought it was a gin and tonic. You may be interested to know that I am single handedly responsible for the evolved shape of the animal you came to know in later centuries as a giraffe. And I tried to learn to fly. Do you believe me?"

He gave her a blank look, displaying his confusion at her rambling. "What?"

She was smiling at first but then that slowly faded as he wasn't following. "Oh...it's a quote. From a book. Ford Prefect-Life, the Universe and Everything. I thought you would know it."

"Oh. I haven't read that one."

A touch of red colored her cheeks and now embarrassed, she went back to reading.