There's a mini time lapse, and then we're watching Cronenberg drop what looks like some tasty bacon slices onto a plate. Syd and crew, along with Kaya, are seated in the makeshift living room. Kaya still doesn't have any pants on, like, at least put a towel down or something, dude. That is SO unsanitary. Cronenberg enters and offers everyone a slice of "facon." Heh. Cronenberg takes a seat and holds up a piece of "facon" which is, essentially, soy bacon. He delivers an explanation as to what it is, but that's not really important right now. Neither is much of anything else that follows in this scene. The nutshell? Cronenberg knows that all he knows is that he's not supposed to know anything about the crew. Okaaaay. And, yes, "okaaaay" may be repeated throughout the next couple of paragraphs.
Jack tells Cronenberg that there are people who think Syd's committed a crime and that her memories are the only things that can exonerate her. Cronenberg contemplates this as he munches on his facon. Heh. Syd wants to know how the therapy works. Kaya tells Cronenberg to tell them how he got the idea, but not the long version. Considering that it takes Cronenberg another TWELVE HOURS to describe how he came up with the idea, I'd say he went with the long version anyway. Again. Nutshell? As far as I can tell, Cronenberg did work with head-trauma patients, crashed his truck, became a trauma patient himself, and spent eleven months in traction, just alone with his thoughts. Then, one night, he came to the realization that dreams are both a priori and a posteriori. "Which means, our dreams contain our memories," he says, waving around the facon. "Which means that there's a shared reservoir." So he began to consider ways to consciously enter the subconscious. "Ways to convince the brain that it was truly experiencing the dream memory state," he says, looking around at them. "So, I turned to the one thing I really knew." "Drugs," says Kaya, looking very pleased with herself. "Ergo, I totaled my pickup truck." Um. What? Didn't he just say he totaled his pickup truck and THEN figured out this grand idea? Or did he figure out this grand idea and THEN total his pickup truck? Look. All I know is, Cronenberg has just waxed faconic about something as rudimentary as DRUGS. Like, couldn't Jack and Vaughn just have fed Syd some 'shrooms and be done with it? I mean, I like Cronenberg and everything, BUT WHAT IN THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT?
Syd kind of looks at Vaughn like she's thinking, WHAT IN THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT? Vaughn just caresses his forehead wrinkles as if they're the Rosetta Fucking Stone and he's going to find all the answers right there. Jack just asks what the drugs are. Turns out, they're just a happy combo of synthetics and organics and, thankfully, don't involve the ingestion of facon. "I mean, they won't kill you," says Cronenberg. "But, depending on what they are, your dreams just might." Oh. Okaaaay. That's...encouraging. Syd just looks at him like he's dressed as the Statue of Liberty and there are a bunch of tourists rambling around behind his eyes. Cronenberg jumps up and announces, "I say we get this party started! Kaya will show you where to change." Vaughn looks dubious about this whole procedure. Kaya stands and extends a hand to Sydney. "Come with me," she says. Syd just smiles like, yeah, I'm not going anywhere with you, Valley of the Dolls. But she gets up and goes with her anyway.