"There are still a lot of patients who need help."

"Yeah, I guess." It's a way of dying, but more productively so.

"I think it would be nice, helping people."

January nods, he appears a bit unsettled.

"How are you feeling, January?"

"Uh? I am alright."

"Do you have an idea of what you want to happen next?"

"I am not sure yet."

"Do you want to go back to your room?" 

"I don't know?" Pause. "If you think that is safer, than yes."

"What patients need to do is learn new instincts. You need to know what's safe for patients to do. Patients follow a certain protocol."

Tentative nod.

"Patients should go to their rooms now, so that the recent arrivals have a chance to adjust."

"Oh, sorry, I was confused."

January goes to his room.

As do his new friends. Apparently, they'll be left to their own devices. 

Brigadier examines the board placed in his room. 

He begins to play.

Infrared writes inside one of her books.

They remember.

Fratres remember a forest with very tall trees and large animals. He remembers a city in the distance and he remembers that he should run away from it. Looking up to the sky he can see the stars going out one by one.

Brigadier remembers he should move his white knight to- no, wait, both white knights are out already. Then his next movements should be- no the queen is not there. She is- she is there. Then Brigadier blinks and he experiences an odd sense of double-vision. Two chessboards. One cheat and made of plastic. Another fancier and made of hardwood.

Infrared remembers drowning, waters filling her longs and her legs kicking in pointless panic. She needs air. She needs air. She needs air.

Does the double vision continue if he looks away? 

Yeah, the double vision totally looks away, the park around him and his furniture looks crystal clear. The weather is great.

His brother comes over running. "Hey, how is the game going?"

He should probably be calling a doctor.

"I'll win in five moves." 

"Huh, why are you even playing it in here? You could do that back home."

But back home no one wants to play it. Feels like the answer

"No one wants to play it back home."

"Well, playing with magic is more fun, isn't it?"