A TEARDROP IN AN OCEAN - PART TWO

The elevator doors slid open quietly, revealing a suit-clad acting commissioner, John Sykes. Smiling pointedly, he strode purposely towards Tea. The current Mrs. Manning met him half way. John seems supportive,she mused silently. Maybe I can count on him.
With a bland expression of happiness, Tea got straight to the point -and to the road that pointed straight away from Todd where she would run as fast as possible.
"What would you say to dinner on Saturday?"
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Various machines with complicated gadgets hinged to complex parts beeped, squeaked and clacked rhythmically. Todd's eyes closed tightly then reopened. The dead incoherence that had lived three just minutes before now bore an intense look of confusion.
Glancing around at his surroundings, his confusion deepened.
Struggling, Todd tried to break free of his body's weighty chains that seemed to have tied him down.
Giving up, Todd lapsed into temporary silence. What am I doing here? he questioned soundlessly. Different, muddled images flashed before his eyes, coming and going rapidly. Suddenly, it all became clear. The lodge, Rachel's confession, his escape attempts, the trial, Tea . . .
A whooshing sound awoke Todd from his reverie. Room 202's doors swung open, a man carrying a clipboard at the entrance. His head was bent as he examined the sheaves of papers in hand, oblivious to the fact that Todd was no longer catatonic.
"I want out!" Todd shouted, startling the doctor so much that he jumped backwards Incredulous, the doctor peered at Todd closely.
"Mr. Manning, when did you come out of this?"
"You're the quack, you tell me," Todd countered.
The man, Dr. Lange, wasn't listening as he furiously checked the machines, making notes on his paper.
Angry, Todd's voice rose. "I said I want to go home! Where the hell's Sam?"
"Yes, yes, all in good time. Unfortunately, you can't leave right away as you're not in any condition. You've suffered a tremendous deal of stress, a collapse of both mental and physical shut-downs. You see, you've undergone a case of catatonia, a -"
"Look, just get me Sam or Viki, or Niki, or whatever she calls herself."
With an after-thought, he muttered. "Forget them. Get me Tea. Now!"
TO BE CONTINUED