The heavy snowfall had made moving from building to building difficult in Doyleton, and as a result Javert had made very little headway, both literally and in terms of his own investigations. Nevertheless, he had managed to get more fresh air than he usually did in a week, and the entire patient population had managed to reach the relative safety of the institute without incident. It was the little things he had to appreciate here to keep him sane.

Not that it particularly mattered, he reflected as he entered his room, his supper following close behind him. His roommate thought him mad anyway. Reynolds would be laughing if he knew. Javert supposed it was only fair.

He bade his escort good night and shut the door behind him, choosing to ignore Badd for the moment. God knew what the other man thought of him by now. He had no real desire to further complicate the situation.