Leela didn't mind the Arts and Crafts room--she'd first met her awesome roommate here. Though she'd been favoring her virtual-reality-in-her-own-actual-time theory lately, people like Elaine were problematic in that one. Why would there be so many people from the twentieth century and earlier in a thirty-first century fake asylum? Even the people from places like Leela's home seemed to be from earlier than she was.

She sat down at a table that had some clay on it, and started idly fashioning some into an oblong shape (http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3300000/Planet-Express-Ship-futurama-3305283-1024-768.jpg). Hopefully, Betty wasn't going to take enough of a personal interest in her so-called recovery to scold her for making a spaceship. Assuming it came out recognizable enough for Betty to know what it was. Leela wasn't terribly artistic. Once she gave it fins, she would've known it anywhere.

She set the little ship on the table, and studied it with unusual thoughtfulness. With any luck, the real one was on its way to her right now. Who knew what color it would be, how many dings it would have in it, and what shape the gears would be in. Leela laughed softly, and nudged the clay one with a finger, turning it so its nose pointed toward her. Maybe the professor was driving, and that was what was taking those jerkwads so long.

[For Knives Chau, age seventeen! <3]