According to descriptions of the other inmates, the stars are false, those seen beyond the barrier even more confusing. [He rubs his right hand with his left, holding it close to his chest. He used to like stargazing. Now none of it was comforting. He couldn't identify anything and it made this place seem even more fantastical. He couldn't even be sure if he was really here or if this was just some extended fantasy, a slip back into delusions brought on by too long under the drugs needed to fetch Olivia. What if he had never come back?

This could very well be an elaborate fantasy made by his mind to escape the reality of being sent back to St. Clair's.]

B-but a frequency scanner? How?