"You say that, but..." Barnaby folded his arms over his chest, looking less than impressed with Kotetsu's assurances that he could find him. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped now. If the doors unlock tonight, I'll be waiting for you."

Although he knew perfectly well that he probably wasn't qualified to give anyone direction in his current state, focusing on things they needed to take care of gave Barnaby some much-needed stability. It provided his increasingly fragmented mind an anchor, and helped keep his fragile emotions in check. As long as he had to force himself to stay glued together, then Barnaby could delay the inevitable fallout for awhile yet. He had enough experience with putting on a public face for the cameras to know as much about himself.

"In the meantime,” he pointedly added, "you need to learn and memorize your room number at some point today." And, yes, there would be a quiz later. "If you could also eventually point out your roommate to me, that would be ideal. We don't know how much we can trust the patients here, which means we should keep a close eye on one another whenever possible."