A dog. S'like a dog, Galen called it Jones. [ He scrubs his hand through his hair. ] Dog made of snakes and smoke, yeah? I seen it wandering, but when it knows m'looking it vanishes.

I dunno - I dunno what t'do, I can't stop it. I gotta but I dunno how. I just figured - yer a doctor, kinda, right, and... and I dunno. M'so twitchy, I can't think. [ And he is; he's fidgeting like crazy. ]