[A psychiatry thing under another identity was to be had with the keeper, all lock and key has went under another name and wrapped himself all up in dusty rags and bandages.. There to listen to the problems, to tempt and deceive. But to be an ear to those who needed to get away from the abnormal atrocities of Fallen London. I am fairly sure in that general instance he was in fact borrowing the home of another during the hour. It was the only way since a majority of the time he hasn’t a home to call his own, or even others on his general side. Whether he believes it to be or not. To toss, sail and sea, I’m afraid that is not a thing he proves very fond of, he can’t merely take these little traits off onto a boat. A depth of deep, dank wetness, he dares not go to the sea, to swim and parade. A tub is fine enough for him, that’s about as far as he’s willing to go with terms of water. So as much as I’d be willing to write of a boat ride, I’m afraid I just can’t do it with him. He’s not a willing participant.. He’s too busy being generally unnerving through notes, speaking mad, and being generally clawed at in his inner depths by nightmares.]
