The situation still was not any better in Conklin's eyes. Now he knew he wasn't alone, and that this 'Landel's' place wasn't the Parrish Island facility he'd heard so very much about. Firstly, he could tell because his brain wasn't fogged by sedatives; secondly, Parrish Island's security was supposed to be ultra-tight, so much so that there weren't even windows to the outside world.

So he hadn't been sent here because he was batshit insane enough to worry Director Holland or anyone else that he could give away national secrets, because he'd be at Parrish Island. The crowd was strangely varied - some of them had hair colors he knew didn't exist in nature, and there were more than a few kids around. That alone was weird enough. There was a bulletin board nearby, which he limped over to examine. Everyone else here had to be insane, he concluded, because some of these scrawled notes were just unbelievable. He sat down on the nearest couch, scowling at his blank notebook. For right now, he needed to jot down his first impressions of the place so he could get a handle on what was going on.