It was a puzzle but Mark was certain that in one of his books he would find the answer. This was the age of science and enlightenment after all so there would be an answer. As he picked up another book he noticed the rat, really did he not pay the rat catcher one whole penny a week so he did not have rats.<br/><br/>He would have words with the man and if he did not buck his ideas up then he would find another. But for now he contented himself with making shoo gestures with the book at the rat.<br/>Once the rat has scuttled off about it’s business Mark settled himself back into the chair and began to read “Mysteries of the mind by Professor Horaito green. Hopefully he would find an answer somewhere in the book.<br/><br/>There was of course the option to see another Doctor but Mark was loath to take that course. Of course he could self Doctor could he not.? So a man presented himself to Mark as a patient claiming blackouts, loss of time and a constant feeling of being watched. What would he suggest for the man? Hmm he would be thinking of having the man committed as the poor man was obviously suffering from paranoid delusions.<br/><br/>Damm it Mark put the book down and walked over to the drinks cabinet. After pouring himself a stiff one, a very stiff one he returned to his studies.<br/>