The last shift had been a complete waste of time, but Harvey was at least glad to be back inside where he didn't have the cold air bothering him. He didn't have any more information than he'd had when he woke up this morning, and he was starting to get the feeling that he wasn't going to find out what the hell had happened to him last night if he wasn't more open about the details.

He wasn't that desperate yet, though. He could do some more digging around tonight on his own, and if he was still at a loss after that, then he would see. His trust in the patients here fluctuated depending on who he spoke to, but the fact that he had lost his chance to possibly get at Batman meant that he needed to make up a new plan.

First of all, though, was informing the stranger that he wouldn't be working with him after all. It took a forceful tone from him, but his nurse let him stop at the bulletin board to leave another note for the mystery Gothamite.

He really should have found someone else to ask about the hallucinations - someone who looked like they might be lucid and have half a clue of what was happening in this place - but he wasn't in the mood. He needed to think, and so after ditching his nurse the man found an empty seat and did his best to drown out the incessant noise while he tried to decide what his next move would be.

[Please feel free to bother him!]