Badd let out an annoyed grunt. Little punk. "I'd say I'm the sane one. I'm not the one thinking I could take a guy three times my age armed with nothing but a radio. So what's your story, what did you do to get stuffed in here?"

He really didn't expect an honest admission of criminal guilt or proper insanity. People here seemed picked at complete random--teenage punks, old men, murderers, little girls. But knowing what Niikura had been doing might help give him another piece for the dizzying nonsensical puzzle that was Landel's Institute.

They were reaching the end of the hall now. Half the area down and still no Kay. Badd really hoped she was taking a nap.