I'm alone with my thoughts, he thought, unless that man with the camera over there has a thought filter on his lens. But that would be crazy.
I sniggered loud enough to make him flinch.
I'm not looking at the camera. I'm just going to think my thoughts. Alone.
"Oi!" I shouted. "Thinky McLonesome!"
Ignore him, Leonard, he's shouting at someone else. Just think to yourself. There is nobody else here. Just you and your thoughts.
"Leonard! Look at me!" I hissed.
You're imagining things, Leonard. That's not that photographer. That's the other voice you can hear. Dr Green said he would return from time to time. Just ignore him. We all agreed: no more bloodshed. Let's just think our thoughts alone.
"Sorry!" I shouted. "I didn't realise you were a recovering, schizophrenic, psychopath!"
He gave me a nod then and a tight smile as the benches around him rapidly emptied of people who had suddenly realised there were places they needed to be. I decided to leave him alone with his thoughts.
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