It was a set back although a minor one.  He would have to be content with sharing a room with a crazy person until everything was sorted out.  He could do that.  Sure, he could.  Taylor jokingly referred to his coworkers as crazy now and then, but this was the real thing.  Wouldn't be so bad, or at least that was what he was telling himself.  "I hope you can work something out with him.  I...honestly don't wish to stay in a room with a potentially dangerous person."  Taylor said, making his opinion on the matter rather clear.  He was surprised to find out that the doctors didn't carry keys to the patient rooms themselves.  Rather odd.  He would have thought they did.  It would surely make things easier for the head staff to have keys.  An alarm suddenly broke his train of thought, and his attention turned to Dr. Simone again.<br/><br/>"Of course, doctor."  He answered to her before she continued to explain that it might very well be a day or two before anything could be done for him.  He wasn't privy to the inner workings of a sanitarium or how the laws applied to them.  He never anticipated being in one, but there he found himself.  Taylor had to take everything she said with as much truth as any person left in the dark.  The power of a white long coat on a person's body did wonders for their credibility.  Anyone with a name tag, clipboard, and a white coat could get almost anyone to believe anything if they did it with an air of authority.  That was the premise of the Milgram research done back in the 60's using just that method.  He learned a bit about it in school yet he was still quite gullible in this situation.  He really had no choice though.  It was either cooperate or be forced into a more uncomfortable situation.<br/><br/>"Uhh...alright."  He agreed though couldn't really think of why he would need to be involved or even get a look at them.  He didn't belong there.  He didn't want to be there, so why even make an effort to blend in or be comfortable.  That annoyed Taylor a bit though he tried not to let it show.  The cafeteria intrigued him though.  It was around the time for breakfast, and he was getting kind of hungry.<br/><br/>"You make it sound as if he is already planning to kill me, doctor?  Is he really that violent?"  Taylor asked, referring to his would-be roommate for the next couple of days.  "If he's going to try to start something, I'll make sure to finish it."  He said, letting the testosterone laden machismo peek through a bit.  He wasn't afraid to get in a fight for his own defense.  Wouldn't make it any easier on him though.  "I will do that.  Thank you, doctor, for all your help.  I hope I can be out of here soon.  You said your name was doctor Simone..."  He said, extending his hand and leaving the statement open for her to finish with her last name as he had let it slip his mind because of his concern.