FERN:

It...it wasn't like this. Not just the giant hole...everything's wrong.

MAGDOLENE:

I believe ya, this place reeks'a conceptual degeneration...a real sweet kinda smell...

FERN:

Is that what that is? It smells like cake. I noticed it the first time I woke up in the Hospital, but I've probably just gotten used to it. It's overpowering in here.

MAGDOLENE:

Pretty sure my office got swallered up before his, but still ain't never suffered this level'a deterioration.

FERN:

If it got this bad this suddenly...what's that mean for Man?

MAGDOLENE:

Well, if he were indeed one of us proper, the state of his office would reflect the state of his core. Mine oughta start recombobulatin' long as I keep thinkin' clearly...so if his has gotten so much worse, and so abruptlike at that, it ain't lookin' swell fer the feller.

A'course, it's conceivable the place began ta' break down regardless of his own condition, 'specially if'n he weren't truly integrated inta the Hospital himself, in which case I reckon he mighta just abandoned the place. Maybe he's in one piece, somewhere.

If not...I'm sure he's as recoverable as you n' I've been.