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Though the announcement roiled up his fear again, his newfound and invisible companion served to continue to calm him. For some reason having someone to listen to allowed him to imagine he wasn't here. Back in the real world, Ro was often the one whom a friend would ring late at night with some sort of problem. They'd meet over coffee or a burger, no matter what the time, and work things out. He was known to be the rational one, the one who could listen to anything, no matter how long it took. Those who knew Ro knew the value of what he took the time to say.

That is, when he was in a rational situation, which this certainly wasn't. When panicked they would phone just to talk him down. The instances were rare, but tense on all accounts. This, by far, was the worst one yet, and he couldn't exactly contact anyone. Except that voice which he tried to press against. That voice with no face attached.

But what it said made no sense. Roald opened his eyes to slits in confusion. Something impossible? Wasn't this asylum impossible enough? It was likely a nightmare... a really very vivid nightmare, but the most logical solution. Paranormality, again, was something from one of his shoots. Sounded like something Vaughn would try to talk him into doing the screenplay and shooting for. He was all into comic book things.

Then something he said became glaringly apparent.

They captured me because of my elasticity.That's why I'm in here.

Another spike of panic. "B-But I cannae do that," Ro protested, hysteria beginning to creep back into his voice. "I'm j-just a regular bloke, my main worry was i-if I'd make th'bloody train on time! I'm not... elastic, or stretchy, or whatever tha hell! I'm-- I..." The man tapered off under a choked sound of anguish. None of this made any sense. At least, not until something regular came up. A name. He could do that. Matthew Wilson. He chose to ignore the nickname. Matt Wilson, Matthew Wilson, Wilson Matthew, Wilson Matt. He routed it to memory, shut his eyes again, and shivered his way further into a lanky ball of scrubs, skin, and hair against the cell wall.