Did Heat really not know about the visitors? Peter thought it was pretty common knowledge at this point, but that was when he recalled what the man had said earlier: he hadn't even been here for a week yet. That meant that there was a chance he'd arrived after last Sunday.

That was when his mother had come to see him -- no, to see him and Nathan. It was hard to believe that that had been less than a week ago, when he'd been spending the past two days worrying over his brother. It was strange how anxiety could make it seem like minutes were hours. Once again, Peter held back a sigh and huddled up into his coat.

"Every Sunday people from outside come to visit, but they're brainwashed," he explained. "For example, I saw my mom last time, and she was just as convinced as the nurses that I was sick. Some people think they're fakes, but me and Roland agreed that they were real - that was my mom, no doubt about it. Still, there's gotta be a way to snap them out of it." He figured that the mass brainwashing that had happened a few days back was even further proof of that. If they could just figure out how Landel seemed to do that as if he was flipping a switch, then they'd be able to make real progress.