[ He's getting more unsettled by the moment. Of course, there's the question still of how much of what he's seeing is real. Would they have let him leave the hospital if he was hallucinating? Should he go back?

He eases the coffee back onto the table, thoughts skipping to the signs all over town, his first burst of indignation and disgust, set aside for examination when he isn't being smiled at by half a very friendly, very watchful town. ]

I have often seen a cat without a grin, but never a grin without a cat. Are you trying to be helpful or confusing? I'm not really in the mood for the Cheshire routine.