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So Doctor Lichten was to be his doctor, Andrew thought later as they made their way back to their rooms at twilight. The image of the man standing in the cafeteria doorway flashed through Andrew’s mind. Here was a man who, by all accounts, had lost control. He was a mad scientist conducting atrocious experiments on unsuspecting children. Andrew did not believe all of it. But he didn’t think Simpleton was lying, either. Yet maybe he embellished a little because of the fear he had felt on the lower ward.
They had all heard the stories of patients in the lower ward. Of the “real crazies,” as Simpleton referred to them. They were the ones with psychotic tendencies: the rapists and the murderers. They had heard of one boy who had eaten his own mother over the course of one long week
