"No, I mean literally literally, like actual rats in the same little cage and - my subconscious is a little on the nose, apparently, it's very embarrassing." He scratches his cheek shyly.

"But... Another Misty was with me. Which makes three, I guess. She was a monster, but she was more like how I remembered, she already remembered me. And... Eventually, a monster attacked us. That's how my shoulder was injured, and she was killed. I know it might have just been a dream, but, I don't know, it felt real to me, it lasted for days everywhere we went... Maybe there was something more I was supposed to do..."

He pats his shoulder. "Hilbert gave me more morphine than he should have, I honestly don't know if that was an evil monster or what. Malcolm and I were talking about his experiments, and it did make me think..." Meeting his friend's steely gaze. "Pretty much every graduate seems to give up what's most important to them... You know?"

Like the one inmate who really, truly hated the admiral and was trying to kill him?