Voices ringing in my ears pounding Frued and Bleuler into my brain. Condescending supervision. Mentors poised like generals. Colleages smiling like they know something and you don't. Twenty-four hours in these ancient walls where Robo-Rat and her spawns await sinsiter in the shadows... Where the most benign things could have such subversive beauty... and your day ends with the rising of the sun.