"Good morning, Mr. Finch!" she chirped, and simultaneously silenced anything Crane may have asked about this place.
"Mr. Finch?" he asked, very thoroughly confused. The only Mr. Finch he knew was the former district attorney, and if he remembered correctly, that man had gone missing. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I believe you have the wrong person."
"I'm sorry, but I don't," she said, giving him an almost pitying look that irritated him even more than her fake smile. "A lot of our patients say that. You're in Landel's Institute, and you're here to get better."
Landel's Institute. Well, it confirmed his suspicions of the place being a mental institution, but Crane had never heard of the place before. It must have been either new, or...he didn't quite know what else. This whole situation had handicapped his ability to think this through entirely rationally.
Then again...who was to say that his dream within a nightmare theory was wrong? The longer he sat on the bed, the more he was starting to like that theory. If nothing else, he could go along with the charade for now and hope that he woke up soon.
"I see," he replied, standing up and staring around the room once more before meeting the woman's gaze. "Then may I ask what our itinerary for the day is? And perhaps a tour?" Even if this was a dream, he still felt he needed to know the layout. And if anything strange showed up in the itinerary, then that would be proof enough that it was a dream.
"Of course!" the nurse replied, seeming relieved that he'd cooperated. As she babbled on about the room and the fact that Crane would be having to deal with someone else every night, except in more cheerful terms. After a moment, she stepped back towards the door. "Let's go on now. I'm sure you're hungry, and there's a wonderful breakfast waiting for you. You may even make a new friend or two!"
As he followed her, Crane couldn't help but think that he severely doubted it.
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"Mr. Finch?" he asked, very thoroughly confused. The only Mr. Finch he knew was the former district attorney, and if he remembered correctly, that man had gone missing. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I believe you have the wrong person."
"I'm sorry, but I don't," she said, giving him an almost pitying look that irritated him even more than her fake smile. "A lot of our patients say that. You're in Landel's Institute, and you're here to get better."
Landel's Institute. Well, it confirmed his suspicions of the place being a mental institution, but Crane had never heard of the place before. It must have been either new, or...he didn't quite know what else. This whole situation had handicapped his ability to think this through entirely rationally.
Then again...who was to say that his dream within a nightmare theory was wrong? The longer he sat on the bed, the more he was starting to like that theory. If nothing else, he could go along with the charade for now and hope that he woke up soon.
"I see," he replied, standing up and staring around the room once more before meeting the woman's gaze. "Then may I ask what our itinerary for the day is? And perhaps a tour?" Even if this was a dream, he still felt he needed to know the layout. And if anything strange showed up in the itinerary, then that would be proof enough that it was a dream.
"Of course!" the nurse replied, seeming relieved that he'd cooperated. As she babbled on about the room and the fact that Crane would be having to deal with someone else every night, except in more cheerful terms. After a moment, she stepped back towards the door. "Let's go on now. I'm sure you're hungry, and there's a wonderful breakfast waiting for you. You may even make a new friend or two!"
As he followed her, Crane couldn't help but think that he severely doubted it.