The doors opened and the scent of the food, the buzz of voices and the bright lights greeted Andy even before he stepped inside, as if a good friend waited for him. Maybe he just went too often to places like this, in the end they all looked and smelled alike. As he entered the fast-food restaurant he glanced around, starting to his left. It was busy, but not more than usual around this time. A few children were playing in the corner, a group of students were eating a meal while being busy on their phones, a family of five were unpacking their freshly fried food.

Finising his glance over the entire establishment, his eyes lingered on someone he recognised standing at the right side. Alastor, the disappeared patient. Obviously he had upgraded his clothes, and starting with a hospital gown even a saggy t-shirt and torn jeans would have been an upgrade, but it was definitely him.

"Well, that is curious," he said, taking in Alistors posture and he stepped towards him. "I am certain the test result showed several fractures. Yet you stand here as if nothing is wrong," he gestured to the cane, "I mean, that thing is just for show." He knew the difference between someone relying on a cane to stand or move, and someone using one as a fashion statement. Alistor, with his entire outfit, seemed hopelessly out of place here and the cane was just part of the outfit. He put a hand in his side. "Although," he continued, "I suppose what surprises me most is that you stand here, and not in the line to order something. Aren't you hungry?"