It's been months since Isidor has seen or heard a peep out of the Canadian. He just hasn't seemed to be around. And yet, today, he's standing off to the side. Talking to himself every so often, or more specifically, to someone else that doesn't appear to actually be there.

He doesn't even register Isidor's presence right away. When she's close enough to hear what he's saying, the picture it paints won't get any prettier.

"No, no I won't. Nnno...not again. I didn't mean--I didn't mean to. I won't...."

It's not until Isidor reaches out to touch Josh that he reacts at all. Grabbing his hand or shoulder. Pushing him. Shaking him. Then Josh startles visibly and stares at Isidor. His face is gaunt, his clothes hang off of him. He is Clearly not alright.

"Isidor...?"