In his office on the other side of the asylum, Adam York was also compiling paperwork on Poison Ivy. It was not an office in any authoritative sense, and bore the distinct marks of the young doctor's disorganised personality. Dust had formed on his wooden bookshelves, a garage sell find for $25. The previous holder of the office room was not a great believer in the concept of all mod cons; all Adam had found when he first opened the door was a desk, a chair and a typewriter. Now it had his mouldy bookshelves, several posters and newspaper clippings, his diploma and a few items dotted around the small room. He was using the typewriter to continue his seemingly endless thesis.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">More evidence for Isley's undemented level of psychosis has been found in her television choices. Recent reports confirm that those suffering advanced states of psychological damage are not able to view televisual entertainment in any subjective light, especially having a "favourite show."</span><br/><br/>He yawned. What was all the racket down there? The Joker was making all sorts of noise. There was something in the air, and it was not pleasant.