Venkman stroked the sides of his chin with his thumb and forefinger, considering what Wilson was telling him. Not even a related degree to make an excuse, huh? "So what exactly was the request you got to come here like, then?" he asked, genuinely curious. "'Invitation to Landel's Institute - Eh, you'll do.'? Or did they promise you a big salary increase? What? What was the reason and incentive for you guys to come out here?" And where had this other doctor gone if he wasn't around anymore and wasn't answering calls?

He let out a short groan of frustration when Wilson mentioned appointments. "It's a fucking impossibility, I'm almost convinced," he said, pushing his fingers up through his hair and pressing down on his scalp and temples. "I saw him for maybe a few minutes during the interview. Haven't seen him since; just heard him on the intercom. I figured hospital bureaucracy at first, but no, it's like there's roadblocks every step of the way. You ever see that woman Lydia, either? 'cause I sure haven't."