"Oh." She stood up, brushing herself off. "Fine with me. Tell him Dizzy wants to talk to him about something important..." She waited to see if the other female got the message, and then she just walked off.

Lyda nodded watching the girl leave. "I guess her name is Dizzy…" She said as she jotted down a note with a sigh. She quickly clocked out after that feeling hungry. While she was at dinner she used her iPhone to look up the band Curry had talked about. She found them annoying at first but after listening for awhile she found herself actually enjoying the music. She made notes on all of this as she headed home for the day.

Curry spent the rest of his day sleeping. He did wake up to eat when his evening meal was brought to him, but he slept for the rest of the night, and through the early morning as well.

Lyda had a good nights rest and was up bright and early go to back to work. She was actually a little eager to talk to Curry. She smiled as clocked in asking in Curry was infact awake yet. When word said he was she headed to his room silently. As she though of thinks to say.

Curry had just woken up and was finishing up the breakfast he had been brought...some pancakes and a glass of milk. Mind you, he would have preferred bacon, but...

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Lyda smiled as she came in. "Hello…" She said looking at Curry.

"Hey." Curry seemed pretty relaxed today. He was all sprawled out and his eyes were half-lidded. "You meet my sister?"

"Yes…" Lyda paused unsure what to say, "She's a bit…"Shecsearchedvfor the right word for a bit, "Unerving…" She said finally selecting a word she hopped wouldn't offend him.

"No worries...Dizzy still scares me, sometimes." Curry flashed her a crooked grin. "She and I are equally powerful, but in different ways. She's a bit more tolerant of the law..."

Lyda felt more relaxed after Curry said that feeling a small sigh go out of her. She nodded upon hearing the statement about the law. "In some cases following the law is good idea." She said thinking. "Like driving laws or drinking, and smoking age. And the fact that some drugs are illegal…would you agree?" She asked Curry.

"Driving laws are debatable in some cases. As in, if there's a serious emergency, I'm not going to sit and wait in traffic, then travel the ultra-slow speed limit. I'm drivin' on the median, speeding away. I don't care about drugs. If people want to kill themselves, let them kill themselves. It's their own damn stupid fault for starting them, anyway...and if they can't stop, so what? It just shows a weak sense of willpower...and I don't fancy those who are weak..."

"Well everything is situational..." She said as she nodded listening to her. She found it easy to agree with him on some things.

Curry grunted. It was his form of approval, in a way. He laid back slightly, back down in his bed. He seemed even less active today than he had been previously. He got no exercise or time out of his cell...so, he had lost the motivation to do much of anything.

Lyda smiled and sat down, "So is there anything you would like to talk about today?" She asked with a smile.

"There's not much on my mind...figures, since I'm stuck in here all hours of the day..." Curry muttered, semi-sourly. He was bored out of his mind.

She frowned thinking, "Well I can't do anything about that right now but...in a while perhaps you'll be able to do things outside. But with supervision of course..." She said softly.

"They don't want me outside...especially when the younger inmates are outside. 'Course not..." Curry stretched his legs out a little bit more. "What's on the agenda today? Going to interrogate me some more? Show me a series of pictures...?"

Lyda frowned and shook her head, "Neo-Freudians and Freudians are the only ones who really use the pictures...but I do have some we could look at....I never really found them useful..." She chuckled.

"I can be creative with my responses," Curry offered, an amused look on his face. Whenever a therapist showed him pictures, he would spend up to ten minutes describing exactly what he saw in the picture...in great detail.

Lyda gave a tiny laugh, "All right..." She said pulling out a couple papers. She grinned holding up a picture, "Okay....what do you think?" She smiled looking at all of them.

Curry studied it for a moment.

"I see a bridge, possibly something like the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I see a city surrounding it. There's an auto accident on the bridge. Some juveniles are climbing it for sport...someone is standing at the edge, preparing to jump."

"Okay...." She said looking at it herself as she nodded thoughtfully, "Nice....does the person jump?" She asked curriously.

"I can't tell. When I look a little closer, the image distorts..." Curry had an odd way of thinking about things. He was a reckless man who, when he had been free, had liked to party and socialize with people around his age. He seemed to feel nothing more than companionship for those people, though...

She nodded smiling as she put the picture away and looked at the next picture chuckling as she turned it towards him. "Do you see what I see?" She asked.

Curry squinted at the picture and then scratched at his head. "I see a coral reef...filled with lots of fish. No idea if that's what you're seeing, but still. Oh, and I happen to see some merpeople, as well."