"I see." Doctor Cox did sound like a man Skulduggery would get along with. Then again, he also sounded like Professor Grouse - minus the football - and Kenspeckle Grouse had made it very clear that he did not approve of anything Skulduggery so much as tolerated. Apart from Valkyrie, for some reason. "I've never trusted psychiatrists. Trying to put the human experience into words defeats the purpose of having that experience in the first place, and yet they keep trying. He'd be the first exception I've come across."

Censoring letters made a frustrating kind of sense, both as a mental hospital and as a prison. Just knowing where they were supposed to be would have been helpful, though. Everyone he'd spoken to so far had an American accent, and Badd had mentioned L.A, but that didn't necessarily mean they were in California. Skulduggery was no expert, but the rain outside wasn't exactly L.A.-type weather, was it?

Skulduggery looked at Badd, his face still completely blank. "Interesting," he murmured. "Has anything like that ever happened to you in your real life?"