"I'll head back up there after I get the assessment. Will that work for you? I'm still not understanding why you are freaking out about this more than I am."

"Apparently, you have some sort of stunted emotional response, because even without knowing what I know, you should be freaking out more about hallucinations."

"Honestly, I figured the results from the trial were too good to be true. I was actually anticipating something shitty." Blaine said honestly.

"That's stupid. Look, turn around, and I will fly out and meet you there in a few hours." Kalvin said.

"I'm literally almost there. I'll get the assessment done, then I'll head right back up there and I'll still be there before you get here. Why is what the voice said so important?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Never mind, it's not. I just wanted to make sure that it wasn't telling you to kill yourself or someone else. Promise me you will go right back up to the cabin after your appointment. I will be there as quick as I can." Kalvin said.

"Deal. It will be good to see you. It's been a while."

Blaine drove in silence for the last 5 minutes. For one, his head still throbbed and second, Kalvin's answers weren't lining up. He very suddenly changed his tone as soon as he heard about what the voice said, but then tried to down play it. Something is very fishy, but he still trusted Kalvin completely.

As Blaine pulled into the parking lot, he found a close parking spot and started to walk to the front entrance.

"Mr. Bronswick?" A tall, heavyset man with a receding hairline and a clipboard greeted him just outside the front doors of the giant building. Blaine looked at him, noticed his gray beard coming out from around his mask.

"Oh, are we still doing masks here?" Blaine asked. It had been a while since he'd seen anywhere require a mask and didn't have one on him.

"Just the staff. You're fine. Please spell your name and date of birth for me, sir." The man said, staring at his clipboard.

"B R O N S W I C K and 3-2-82."

"Follow me, please."

Blaine followed him past the front desk, down a hallway and then past two different sets of doors that required the man to use his badge and enter in a code before opening. Blaine followed the directions and stood on the scale, held still while his vital signs were taken, and smiled for the picture that they said would be destroyed after he left. It wasn't until he was asked to get into a set of scrubs that he felt he needed to ask some additional questions.

"I'm just here for a quick assessment." Blaine said, holding the scrubs in hand.

"For the safety of you and all the other patients here, we require everyone to be in scrubs. We keep all your stuff in a box that is inventoried and verified, so you can be assured you will get everything back." He said as if it was rehearsed.

"I understand that, but I'm saying I'm just here to talk with the psychiatrist here so he can talk to my psychiatrist."

The man stepped away from the computer he was looking at and grabbed the clipboard again.

"I apologize, sir, but it does say you have to be processed." He said kindly. "On the plus side, they already have your doctor assigned and it's fairly early on a Saturday morning, so you won't miss his rounds."

Blaine hesitated for a moment and then started to get undressed. It definitely didn't feel right to him, but it wasn't like he was being committed or anything. He could walk out of here at any time if he thought they were jerking him around.

He sat through the entire hour of questions, denying everything they asked him with the exception of depression since his wife's death and the sudden auditory hallucinations. Nurse John, as Blaine had started to call him, had never heard of a hallucinated voice that claimed to be a time traveler that wanted nothing but to keep going further in the past. He seemed genuinely interested.

"Does anyone in your family, a parent, aunt or uncle, or grandparents, suffer from mental illness?" Nurse john asked.

"My mom was an only child. My Dad had a brother I never met. Both my parents and all my grandparents are dead. So, short answer is no I never knew any of them to have any mental illness, but also, I only knew them as a kid and that probably wouldn't have been shared with me."

"That reasonable. The voice started right after your psychedelic trial?"

This was where Blaine knew he had to be careful about what he was going to share. "Not quite. That trial was several weeks ago, and the voice just started last night." Blaine said, avoiding eye contact.

Nurse John said nothing, but Blaine could feel him using the silence to elicit more of a response. Unfortunately for Nurse John, Blaine was familiar with this psychological trick and he would happily sit in the silence.

"Is it just one voice? Is it it a clear voice or more like mumbling?" Nurse John said, breaking the awkward silence.

"It's only one and it's as clear as your voice. There is no mumbling or distortion, if that's what you mean."

"Does it tell you to do things? I mean other than 'help him get out of your head'?" Nurse John said, honest curiosity apparent in his face.

"Nothing. Like he literally tells me he is a time traveler from the future and he just needs my help to keep going."

"And you are aware that it's a voice in your head?" He asked.

"Well, it's obviously not someone here and it's not like it's a ghost that suddenly decided to start talking to me." Blaine met the nurses eyes. "What? What's that look for?"

"I just... I've been doing this a long time and I have never had someone have the insight you do. Every single person I have met that heard internal stimulus, uh... voices, don't think of it as a voice in their head. It's real to them."

"To be fair, it's real to me in the fact that I can hear it, but I am also acutely aware that it is just a part of my mind making me believe that I'm hearing it. Not an actual time traveler." Blaine said, admitting to himself his lack of knowledge when it came to psychosis.

"Yeah. That's not common. In fact I have never seen someone so aware of the fact that their hallucinations are just that. At least not until they stabilize on some medications. The fact that your thoughts are not all disjointed and fragmented make me think this isn't the psychotic episode I was expecting after the report." Nurse John said, standing up and indicating they were done.

"What report?" Blaine asked, honestly confused. The only person that he talked to before getting here was that rude nurse and Kalvin. What did that nurse tell him?

"Just that it was an initial psychotic break. It doesn't matter though. I'm going to see if they will get you a neurological work up. Just to rule some stuff out. I'll let the providers know before they see you."

Blaine and Nurse John stood up, John not quite towering, but definitely at least a good two inches taller than Blaine's six feet. Blaine stuck out his hand and watched as John hesitated for several seconds, then quickly shook his hand. This guy was definitely stronger than he looked, but it made sense with him working in a place like this. Nurse John walked him past yet another set of doors that he used his badge to unlock, then down an empty hallway and into a room. There were two beds, one obviously messy from whoever had slept there that night and the other made.

"No mint on the pillow?" Blaine tried.

"Lunch is at 11:30 and your doctor should start making rounds here in an hour or so." Nurse John said with half a smile.

"Hey, before you go," Blaine said as John was halfway out the door, "Can I get my phone?"

"So usually, you are allowed to use your phone at the nurses station, but for some reason there's an order in your chart that is restricting that for you. It doesn't make any sense, because you haven't even seen a doctor yet, so I'm going to go look into that. I'll let you know as soon as I find out what's going on. You can use the pay phone out there though."

"I haven't memorized a number in years. Not a biggie. Just let me know. I'm not anticipating being here for very long. Thank you."

There was something deeply unsettling about the look John gave him before he walked out. He could have sworn it was a look of pity, but that didn't make any sense in this context. Blaine didn't say anything that could be construed as pity worthy. He knew that paranoia was common in schizophrenia, so it might just be the disease progressing. He wondered if everyone was able to see the symptoms come on like this. He would have to ask Nurse John when he came back, but he assumed not after what he had said about knowing the voice wasn't real. Perhaps the headache was more than just a hangover and there was something wrong with his brain. He laid on the top of the covers on the bed and closed his eyes.

"Crazy people don't know they're crazy."

"What's that supposed to mean." Blaine said, not even phased by the interrupting voice anymore.

"People with psychosis don't realize their symptoms are symptoms. You don't have schizophrenia."

"Says the imaginary voice in my head." Blaine said, smiling to himself. "Guess we're going to find out shortly."