"Again, Hello Ms. Lamb and welcome to my psyche."

"I am in your…," Eleanor began to inquire but her voice sounded bubbly. She put her fingers to her mouth but touched her nose. "How did I get here?"

"My Psyche, yes. I merely pulled a portion of your state of mind into my own. And I apologize for the awkwardness. It seems common for most subjects to feel disorientated when exposed to this state of mind."

"Most test subjects?"

"Ah yes, well you see I had originally experimented on a school of fish to test the effects. It was quite humorous to see their cognitive minds bump into each other when in nature they work in concert. But while the results they provided were useful I am sorry to say that they did not survive the encounter. It seems that my mental-pressure, as I have come to call it, was too great for their primitive minds."

Eleanor had only been half listening to the doctor's speech. She had discovered that if she rotated her hand it would quite literally blur until she kept it motionless. It was only when the doctor mentioned dying fish that she began listening again. "Mental-pressure, Dr. Gill? And am I to assume that these fish were your only lab-rats until I came along?"

"Yes, mental-pressure. To sum it up it is the mental capacity currently being used at any given moment. And child, you need not worry at all. I did test more subjects and most had the same results. And I did not perform this research for your benefit because I already knew that you would be in good health; superior in fact. Because you see your own 'mental pressure' is even higher than mine. Even now I feel a slightly encumbered due to your presence which is why I wanted to be prepared for your coming."

Even thought Eleanor had a higher 'mental pressure' she still felt perplexed. "How is that even possible. Your brain has to be at least ten times bigger than mine and how would you even prepare? Not to mention I thought you were going to help me? I do not mean to sound selfish but I cannot see what all this has to do with my health issues?"

A grin formed on the man's face. "Would you like me to show you? It's actually quite a scene and as for 'helping' I still need a moment to process the results from your scan. Time is relative in a person's mind you know. I just like running my clock fast. So do you want to see?"

"I-uh, sure why not." She knew the Doctor had good intentions but whether or not he was sane or if sanity still applied to him she knew not.

"Well then I'll need you to close your eyes for a moment and while you are at it imagine your wearing something nice. Now open them!"

When she reopened her eyes, Eleanor found Dr. Alexander to be wearing tuxedo and her a familiar green dress.

Gill seemed to be examining her selection. "Hmmm," he pondered. "I find it slightly intriguing that you chose that dress especially because of the memories that are associated with it. But never mind that here, have a seat."

Dr. Alexander directed Eleanor's eyes through the infinite white space to a pair of red velvety chairs with golden tassels. After they both sat down Gill picked up a pair of opera-glasses and spied through them. But while he was amused Eleanor found herself bemused.

"Doctor Alexander this is fine and all but I hardly see the grandeur you keep hinting at."

Having heard her complaint the doctor began waving his hand for her to be silent. "Hush, hush you'll spoil the good part."

"Good part, doctor I do not see anything." Maybe he was batty after all, she thought, or maybe her eyes were not mentally perceiving what he was mentally creating? To be honest it all made her head hurt.

"Oh all right by all means here make use of the opera-glasses." Gil quickly produced another pair of opera-glasses and handed them to Eleanor who just stared at them.

"Just use them," he adamantly request.

Eleanor mentally rolled her eyes and peered through the opera-glasses. Her eyes focused on a stage where two men, dressed as clowns, were conversing with two noblemen and they seemed to be in a cemetery. Then one of the clowns, holding a spade, tossed a human skull to one of the noblemen.

"Who is it," asked the nobleman.

"A bastard," the clown replied. "Crazy fellow's it was. Whose do you think it
was?"

"No, I know not."

"A pestilence on him for a crazy rogue," the clown spat. "He poured a pint
of Rhine wine on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester."

The nobleman looked in shock, "this one?"

"Just that one," the clown replied.

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite fun, of most excellent imagination. He has carried me on his back a thousand times, and now, how repulsed it is in my imagination! I want to vomit."

Eleanor found she had to tear her eyes away from the binoculars. And to her wonder she viewed an entire theater watching the performance. Row after row of viewers enraptured by the spectacle that lay before them. But they were not the typical theater viewers. Most of them wore street clothes which had holes everywhere.

"Th-this is Hamlet is it not?"

As Doctor Alexander lowered his opera-glasses he chuckled. "Yes it is and unfortunately I do not think I shall ever see the real thing again."

"But this is so real," Eleanor exclaimed. "And these people… did you create them. They do not seem like average theater enthusiasts."

"Create them," the doctor pondered licking his lips. "No I did not create them. They are me and I am they."

"I do not understand. Just who are they to you?"

Gill got up from his chair and walked the balcony. He casually stroked his moustache as he thought. "Ah, now Ms. Lamb instead of answering your question I wonder if you would do me the honor of answering my own? This theater contains two curiosities. You have already figured out one: it's strange fans. But what is the second hmmm?"

Eleanor glanced around the magnificent theater. She saw brick archways, tapestries, and-and doors. Lots and lots of doors constructed out of different materials. Some were solid metal, some were chained/barred off and some where both.

"…doors?"

"Yes, my girl doors. They lead to different facets of my mind or brain. And you might have seen several locked doors as well. Those are areas I have deemed useless or impractical towards my studies."

Eleanor had tried counting the doors but found there to be too many. "Like what Doctor? What part of the brain could a scientist like yourself find impractical and useless?"

"Well for starters the emotions love and hate. Both release nasty chemicals into your body that cloud your judgment and make you irrational. Especially in my current state I have no need for either so I simply maintain my separation from them until otherwise."

"Now do you remember that article in the Rapture Times talking about over splicing and seeing ghosts? Those ghosts, as the newspaper crudely put it, were the memories and thoughts conjured from the DNA in the ADAM that had been previously used. When the poor souls over spliced their own psyche became over whelmed with too many quests." Doctor Gill sighed as he sat back down.

"Project 'Selfless' lead by your mother, was created so people would leave behind their human tendencies by losing their selves and become a host of reason. When I first began the experiment I thought I had mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of personalities of these ghosts that I would be combining with my own but I was wrong. It turned out that I was unqualified and slowly became mad. I found myself reasoning over morals in my own mind and my inner voice was a whisper among the thousands. It was only when your father, Delta, threatened my existence that I was able to caste out my demons and structure a conformity in my head. Now follow me." Gill walked to the edge of the balcony and tipped it over revealing a set of stairs that traveled over the heads of the crowd and ended at the stage. Eleanor followed closely hoping no one would mine their intrusion on the play.

When Gill's feet touched the stage the performance ceased and all eyes turned towards him. A sense of fear wavered over the theater. "No, no continue the play do not mind us. And Rupert, you are doing much better."

The man dressed as royalty, holding the skull, nodded his thanks and the play continued without delay. Meanwhile Eleanor had followed Gill behind the props to a steel door with a metal slit. Gill banged on the door twice and waited.

"What is through here Dr. Alexander?"

The Doctor did not reply right away and nervously snickered "My bad apples or inner demons so-to-speak. Through here is my madness."

Author's Notes: Just in case you were blind when you read it that bit of theater was a scene from Hamlet, which i do not in any way own and is the sole property of i don't give a rats ass. With that out of the way thanks for reading once again and thanks to James Birdsong for his review. But i do however feel that his count is a tad bit off. For now i am up to thirty-five splendid chapters. (Let me know if i'm wrong!)