Someone else with "perfect memory"? For some reason, it had been easier to believe from Lunge than from this kid. Harvey hadn't been in the mood to argue, though, as they had places to go, and so he'd followed Jones out without another word. Maybe the stranger had sleepwalked his way up the stairs or something. He really didn't care.

However, that all changed when they stepped through the door and ended up somewhere completely different. More than that, the place was foreign to him. There was no way they'd been turned around, so what the hell?

More of Landel's tricks, no doubt. That would also explain the confusion with the other patient, but that didn't mean Harvey wanted to admit that he was wrong. He didn't know how this was happening, but he felt less inclined to theorize when there was a third party around.

Glancing to Jones, the only answer he gave with a tight shake of his head. He didn't need the younger man to rub their noses into the fact that they'd been wrong. Then again, technically all of them had been wrong, but that wasn't the important point in his mind anymore. What he wanted to know was how Landel was even doing this.