"Yes, that one. But, well, it had actually been comforting to find it this morning. I can't explain it and don't really think either of us wants to think too deeply about it, but..." Miles decided he had said enough then, and set himself to thoroughly chewing a piece of the french toast before saying anything else. He followed that up with another sip of juice, and then decided it was safe to talk without stepping on any of the possible land mines this conversation was still riddled with.

"I'd also like to find out if there's anything at all that explains last night. Fortunately, there's been some investigative work already begun; at least one person is working on mapping out where everyone was when they experienced the...turn of events, and another is working on putting together patient accounts. My own story overlaps with others', and I'm hoping that correlation continues to hold out," he said, nodding once. He wished he'd remembered to take his journal with him when he had left the room, but under the current circumstances, forgetting it was the least of his worries.

"I'll get what I can from the board, but I think that you're right. This is one piece of what's been a steadily evolving puzzle. If it was just one subset of the patient population, we could narrow it down further, but this has affected too many people to be an effect of either the sleep studies or the brainwashing. It's something bigger, but that's not the only thing I'm curious about. The last normal voice on the intercom last night, before the...incident, was that of a man I thought was dead - one Alec Doyle."