damn it kid, you are making it hard to work here. Jon thought as Riku once again popped his preverbial bubble and got very hands-on. He was a classic case of paranoia; irrational fears, jumpy, incoherent.. the only thing that didn't really fit was he had no explanations. In Jon's case studies he had always had patients who were true conspiracy theorists, Jon was frequently surprised they didn't have locks on their orange juice, like in the movie.
"Ok, we'll figure out the who thing later," Jon muttered to himself, although the sheer closeness of Riku made it hard to truly speak to himself. "Riku, When you walked in this building, you may not have noticed, but you went through a security check. There are high walls around this facility, and a barb wire fence on top of that. Security cameras, everywhere. And after all of that," Jon said wryly, "They'd have to get through me. Which is a heft yfeat at least." Jonathan neglected to mention that all of those security features were more to keep the patients in than to keep people out; even the most angsty teenager would just go climb a watertower. He looked behind him briefly to see Summer and Lee witnessing his handiwork, which he found to be a little unnerving. What one patient needed to see or hear was lmost never the same for another.

Many fall, getting up is the part few succeed to do without getting any scraped knees.