Scott ignores Deacon for the time being, gaping at the barbed-wire mannikins dangling from the ceiling.  If it was someone's idea of a gruesome joke, it was in<em>very</em>poor taste.  After their encounter in the decayed burger joint, the display takes on even more of a fiendish quality.<br/><br/>The music unnerves him.  Why, he cannot say; but he would feel better if it stopped.  He touched his temple, feeling a headache threaten.<br/><br/><em>I'm sane,</em>he thought.<em>I'm sane.</em>He repeated the mantra over and over to himself.