New Haven, Connecticut. Home of Yale and This One Guy I Dated In High School Who Went There To Study English and Telecommunications and Wound Up Trying To Write The Great American Novel Then Ended Up Just Going Into His Father's Business, Namely, Advertising, While I Went On To Make My Living As A Writer. Heh. Yeah. I might've been waiting ten years to put that down. Aaaanyway...Jack, Vaughn and Syd pull up to a warehouse that is presumably not one of Jack's. They get out, and Jack knocks on a door. A pretty girl, clad only in a large blue man's oxford shirt, answers. Jack's all, um, is the doctor here? 'Cuz he's expecting us. Pretty Girl -- obviously under the influence of something other than a venti gingerbread latte -- says, "Wow. Say something else." Jack's all, look. Can we come in or WHAT? Pretty Girl lets them in.
As Pretty Girl scampers across a large warehouse filled with strange equipment and a sort of makeshift living quarters, she shouts out for the professor. Syd and crew enter. "There are some beautiful people here!" says Pretty Girl. Enter David Cronenberg. Yes, THAT David Cronenberg. I'm a huge Cronenberg fan, so I've really been looking forward to this. And, I have to say, casting David Cronenberg as the weird non-invasive therapy doctor is a stroke of genius. The man is completely incapable of being normal which, if I'm surmising correctly, is just what this role calls for. Cronenberg exits what looks like a bathroom and approaches the crew, wiping his hands on his khaki cargo pants. Looks like he's gonna be about as into hygiene as Doc Avari.