Back, then, to ODC-1- still mostly empty, still mostly grey- almost haunted in its desolate silence, balconies overlooking empty floors, cells waiting for occupants that may never come.
And of course, back to your old friend Dr. Thule.
"Now, I really MUST protest," he says. "You are disturbing my patient again. He's already been severely disrupted by the absurd privileges you have now allowed him."