Night 49: Group Therapy Room 4

[simplemechanics]

[From here.]"Where-" Reeve began, but his words caught in his throat as he stepped into the hall. Or rather, what was not the hall. He cast his flashlight beam into the corners of the room, and found the space tight, constricted and limited. His thoughts became a jumble as he rearranged his expectations. This was the wrong place. In the dark, it

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[dual_worlds]

"Thus far, the institute has always reverted back to its typical facade in the morning, Doctor," Spock reminded him. There were some minor exceptions, of course, such as the period in which the I.R.I.S. system announced the day's events, but the nurses continued with their daily activities as though they were unaware of the difference. For the most part, one of the few constants that surrounded their captivity were the mundane activities the staff forced the patients to engage in. While he certainly couldn't discount the possibility that their situation could stretch for a longer period of time, the fact remained that there simply wasn't a precedent for it.

In short, he was neither an optimist nor a pessimist. Spock simply examined the information he knew and made his judgments accordingly. Clearly, McCoy would do well to learn the difference and apply it to his own way of thinking.

"We may form a plan regarding what to do for the long term if we discover we have not reached our quarters by sunrise," he added. They couldn't decide it wasn't a threat, true, but to dwell on such issues when they had more pressing ones at hand was a waste of precious time.

After giving the room a final sweep with his light, Spock turned toward the door. Still, McCoy's comment did not go unheard. "I would rather we direct our attention to something of use," he told him before leading the way through the door once more.

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