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Hamlet's survival was eventually concluded to be a fairly high possibility. The pronouncement wasgiven by an unhappy Dr. Mercer, who really just wanted to stay in his room with a good book rather thanprovide free health services for this bunch of freaks whose existence he preferred to pretend not toknow about. He wouldn't even have come out of his room, if not for the fact that repeated loud doorbanging and cries of, "OI, JULIAN!" could get tiresome after a while.It wasn't long before not-Tim once again found himself being largely avoided and ignored. Most of theothers had discovered that being in his vicinity seriously threatened their already-overly-fragile sense ofidentity, and a stable sense of identity was a vital commodity in Kenselton Hotel. Some still hadquestions, but they could wait.Not-Tim wandered off sadly.The television set was showing Spongebob Squarepants, and nobody quite knew why. Kevin Lomaxwas mortified to realise that he found the talking yellow sponge strangely amusing to watch. Nelson didlikewise but pretended he was not interested, sneaking surreptitious glances in the direction of the TVfrom behind the cover of a book.The regular card-playing group of Perry, Jjaks, Shane and Conor had meanwhile hijacked the commonroom's table and shifted it to a more central location, whereupon they sat around playing poker forunnatural lengths of time. More enthusiasm in the gambling aspect was involved now; while previouslythere had been an unspoken assumption that none of them were ever getting out and would thus haveno use for cash, the revelation of not-Tim in their midst had – despite the overall negative reception ofthe actor – seemed to re-kindle that dying hope. Some were once more thinking of home as a placethat they might yet see again.Alex had discovered a comfortable corner and was engrossed in a book he had pulled off the shelf.Most of the teenagers had grouped up and run off to the games arcade, with the notable exception ofTed, who had got it into his head that it would be tremendously fun to follow Neo around."Stop following me," Neo said, annoyed at his inability to execute a perfect U-turn without Ted getting inthe way.Ted looked disappointed. He trudged off in search of not-Tim, whom he discovered sitting in the broomcupboard thinking about life."Dude, what are you doing in there?"Not-Tim looked at Ted for a long time in the way that an alien might contemplate its latest humanspecimen."Sitting," he finally answered. "Want to join me?"Ted blinked.Not-Tim shifted his legs out of the broom cupboard to make room for Ted. Seeing nothing better to do,Ted got down next to him.Time passed in silence. There aren't many things that one can do in an open broom cupboard, and Tedquickly grew bored. He had the feeling that he should say something, but he didn't know what. Not-Timmeanwhile seemed perfectly content to just sit and stare into space and occasionally at Ted.Ted found a dead cockroach in the broom cupboard. It made him sad. He wondered how it had died,and if Hamlet had killed it, and if its family missed it, and-"I wouldn't touch that, if I were you."Ted's fingers stopped in their path towards the dearly departed. He withdrew his hand with a sigh."What are we doing in here?" he asked."Sitting," came not-Tim's prompt reply, packaged with a smile in its wake.The answer wasn't helping. Ted considered just getting up and leaving, but that would probably be kindof rude. He regretted ever sitting down in the first place.