“But I didn’t see you outside the window last night,” she frowned at him, those eyes telling him quite clearly now that she feared for his mind.  “It was only a few minutes ago, not long after you burst into the door with those people chasing you.”  She watched him drink from the flask, the frown deepening on her smooth forehead.  “I certainly am not losing my mind.  I know I saw you three times today.  And this is the third! Did you--- did you come from somewhere where they might be looking for you now?”  Like a mental hospital!