He stared out the window, observing.  He still had no idea where his glasses had gone, but he could see well enough by squinting, and what he saw was not reassuring.  His initial impression of the town which surrounded the hospital was confusing, to say the least.  The vast majority of the homes appeared to be medieval in their design, with exposed beams and thatched roofs.  Of course, that could have just been their architectural preference; for all he knew the roofs were stamped steel made to look like thatching . . . but his heart monitor was actual wood, not a thin veneer.  He’d dug a fingernail in it last night, despite the slight pain from his bandaged hand.  At least, he thought he had.  Maybe he’d imagined it.