[For Rahne]

Chase wasn't sure that he'd ever be really used to the quiet of the psych office. Sure, even the clinic wasn't that busy, but there was the guarantee that if there was a sudden emergency, you would have to think on your feet and have steady hands as you operated on a person. Here, all you had was quiet. Even if there was an emergency, they took time. The mind was a complex and difficult thing to bear and Chase was still getting used to the pace, even if he knew the ins and chemical outs.

He was shuffling about the office as he put in his hours, sleeves rolled up and books being shelved away as he researched slightly more strange conditions to match the slightly strange people the Island tended to house.