Yolanda stared at him, knowing something was off but unsure as to what it could be. He hadn't seemed affected by the place when he was talking to her earlier. Could something have happened between him meeting her and coming to the recreational room?

Maybe he was crazy. Maybe everything that had happened before was simply a practiced ruse, an imitation of sanity. She shook her head; she didn't want to think about that.

Yolanda sighed quietly. "Oh, yeah. I have to say, though, the company leaves something to be desired." She gestured towards the mainly still and near catatonic patients.