"So it seems." The Scarecrow shook his head, though his response was an agreement of sorts. Ever since he'd received his body in his box at dinner one night, he couldn't help but worry about Hunk Howard, the man he supposedly was. Was there really a Hunk Howard, and his body was simply being borrowed? And if that was the case, what had happened to him? Or had it all been fabricated somehow to make the lies the Institute told the patients more believable? He wasn't sure how to make humans, as they weren't just pieced together from old clothing, but with as complicated as their bodies were, it couldn't be an easy task.

He was about to continue his description of the hallway, but was given pause by his own thoughts as they wandered through his concerns. "Every one of the nurses goes along with it. And there are doctors we sometimes meet who believe it, too. They want to convince you you're someone else entirely, like everything you know never existed."

His face fell for a moment as he remembered Dorothy, her visit still haunting him. His eyes returned to her after a second, his look determined. "Don't you believe it, though. It must be awful to be out there not knowin' who you are and believing you're someone you're not. That's why we've got to find a way to stop Landel. He can't get away with this!"