Riley started to worry that he might be going ever-so-slightly insane himself, because Ishida was actually making more sense than the nurse. It was a twisted video-game kind of sense that went against everything normal and good and pure, but it made sense. Whereas his nurse assured him everyone in the Institute was crazy, and refused to tell him anything else - how he'd ended up back in bed, the date, their location, how long Riley had been there, why he was there, what was happening in the rest of the world. The President had personally given Riley his car back! Well, not... not personally, but close enough! He wouldn't let Riley drop off the face of the planet, would he? There should be search parties. Ben, Ben should be leading those search parties.

"Okay," Riley sighed. He sank into the second armchair and absentmindedly picked up a second controller, which someone had left on the floor nearby. If he was definitely going to go crazy eventually, or die, or disappear, he might as well start going crazy now. Until he managed to talk to an actual doctor who could sort things out, anyway.

"Why do you keep calling me Poole-san?" he asked after a moment, selecting Bowser for himself. It was the same name Ishida used last night. Some hazy part of Riley's memory tried to offer up a Japanese honorific, but that couldn't be right. Ishida's accent in English was flawless.