"Believe me, I know what you mean." Never mind that that last memory had been a sort of nesting doll - he'd had a flash of being in solitary, too, screaming himself hoarse, and that had shaken him more than anything. He was ready for that drink, too.

"I don't go to those very often, anymore. I'm sure you can see why... but we're still working on that alternative I mentioned, and ... you know how it is. Insanity is doing the same thing and expecting different results."

He flashed her a crooked smile, something bright and electric flashing in his eyes for just an instant before disappearing.