It occurred to Tim that he had absolutely no idea where he was meeting the man from the bulletin board. He hadn't told the man anything about himself, which was normal for him really, but neither of them had specified a meeting place. So when the nurse came to collect him and pull him away from his friends, Tim wasn't sure where to ask her to take him.
He figured the bulletin board was a good enough place to start, and asked for the Sun Room. She seemed content to lead him there, since he'd had his outside time or whatever it was. He still wasn't quite sure how this place worked, or how the staff operated, but it seemed that his nurse was amiable enough. He wasn't overtly causing huge amounts of trouble, so other than thinking he was crazy (and why was that, again?), she wasn't so bad. Well, and she called him Timothy, which annoyed him a little. It also confused him some; many of the "patients" here were being called by names that weren't their own. How was it that he was actually being called by his name? He'd have to ask Bruce about it that night.
He made a mental note of that and wandered toward the bulletin board. He checked the notes, then looked around the room. Nothing too exciting was on the board but...wait. Sideburns, greying hair. Well, wasn't that just a stroke of luck, then.
He walked up to the man and looked at him for a minute. He had to be the guy. "Javert, right?" Tim asked. Seemed like a French name, going by spelling; hopefully he was pronouncing it correctly.
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He figured the bulletin board was a good enough place to start, and asked for the Sun Room. She seemed content to lead him there, since he'd had his outside time or whatever it was. He still wasn't quite sure how this place worked, or how the staff operated, but it seemed that his nurse was amiable enough. He wasn't overtly causing huge amounts of trouble, so other than thinking he was crazy (and why was that, again?), she wasn't so bad. Well, and she called him Timothy, which annoyed him a little. It also confused him some; many of the "patients" here were being called by names that weren't their own. How was it that he was actually being called by his name? He'd have to ask Bruce about it that night.
He made a mental note of that and wandered toward the bulletin board. He checked the notes, then looked around the room. Nothing too exciting was on the board but...wait. Sideburns, greying hair. Well, wasn't that just a stroke of luck, then.
He walked up to the man and looked at him for a minute. He had to be the guy. "Javert, right?" Tim asked. Seemed like a French name, going by spelling; hopefully he was pronouncing it correctly.