"Oh, I am definitely not fine," Carter admits freely, flashing him a quick smile, hoping to be disarming. The man is a stranger but he can spot a stubborn patient a mile away and he's learned that sometimes openness can go a long way in these situations.

"Pretty freaked out, angry, questioning my sanity, wondering where in the five stages of grief I am right now..."

It's a light conversational tone sprinkled with some gallows humor while he's checking off his fingers. Really, it's quite the list. He's learned so much over the past two days - about Mathias, about the supernatural, about the fact that he's apparently stuck in some kind of horror movie with eerie things living in floor and ceiling... It's just been a lot.

"If a mirror attacked me like that, I think I'd be livid."

He brings up his stethoscope to his ears, holding up the chestpiece.

"May I?"