*For days it had been the same thing. Ever since Mr. Blue had arrived. Strange voices speaking in a strange language. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Or was it genius. He couldn't remember which one he was now. Juust that the nurse that gave him the pills he tossed away was pretty. That and the voices in his head said to dissect her and see what she looked like inside.* "<em>but what is life that is constrained in a box of thoughtful chagrin.</em>" *Sometimes he remembers things that he used to say, but the voices just drowned him.*<br/><br/>*Today he was walking the halls looking every bit the mad scientist. His blue eyes sharp, but vacant. His mouth in a frown. Almost as if he were actually formulating some kind of experiment. The truth was he wass rehashing how a nurse had run ,freaked out, by him. He walked right by the tall blue man and the girl yelling boom. Right into the glass wall.* "<em>By the great Jerusalem, A FORCE FIELD! Astounding! Some manner of interstellar gobbdlygook must power it's stadistactic haxshik drive. The implications are enough to drive one insane!</em>" *Continuing to stare and mumble he just remained standing there."