So he wasn't going to ask questions. That was odd, Meche thought--didn't he have an agenda? What was it he wanted out of her?

She was going to have to give him something--better make it something not too important, for starters. "I'm really frustrated with the lack of communication around here," she said. "Just like that--my friend is obviously sick; he's been missing for days. But where is he, what's wrong with him? You don't know, and I certainly don't know. Patients get discharged--" because surely that was what they'd say had happened to Peter the first time, "--and they don't even get to say goodbye. For us, they just disappear.

"I know there probably isn't much you can do about it. It's just...it's hard to focus on getting better when we have these constant setbacks, you know?" she finished with a sigh.

She wasn't focusing this well. Maybe she should be trying to find out what they were supposed to have done, or how much Dr. Wilson was in on the monsters. She couldn't waste this time; who knew when she'd get another chance to be in the same room with one of the bosses?