She's read enough Nellie Bly that she knows how bad past mental hospitals can be. She knows he's right. She doesn't like it any better, but she does know it. To survive, they have to lie. No problem, right? Just tell the doctors what they want to hear, even if it's entirely opposed to the truth as she sees it. All it costs is another sliver of the woman she used to be. Another nail in Georgia Mason's coffin. The original Georgia would have known exactly what to do, and it's laugh in Tim's face at the very idea. But the original Georgia wouldn't have been driven to near-panic by a fucking wall color.

She wishes Shaun were here. She's so glad he isn't.

"How long's it been? Maybe we can just... wait it out."