"...then what are we all doing with ourselves, right?" Meche finished sympathetically. "It sounds like nobody really got the full orientation around here. I guess we'll all just have to keep doing the best we can, huh?" Even though he was ostensibly one of the bad guys, she felt kind of bad for Dr. Wilson. Maybe he really was just a nice guy whose biggest sin was not asking enough questions.

What next? She couldn't ask too many questions herself--he probably wouldn't know the answers to most of what she really wanted to know, and if he did, he probably wouldn't tell her. Well, she'd pick a safe one. It might not help much, but any information at all was something. At the very least, it might impress Manny a little.

"Sorry, I just have one more question, and then I promise I'll be a good patient and get back to what I'm really supposed to be doing here." She gave him a smile. "Do you know the Institute's address? I understand we can send and receive mail, and I have some friends who'd probably like to hear from me. I just don't know what return address I should put, and I haven't had a chance to ask any of the nurses."