The attendant goes away, and Michael's expression is suddenly sharp and lucid again. He heads right over to Haywire and says coldly, "Hello, roomie. You were right about my tattoo. It is a path, just like you thought. And I need you to remember when you saw it, Haywire. I need you to remember what it looked like. Do you think you can do that for me?"
Haywire stares for a while, then says distantly, "Who are you?" Michael just looks at him all, "You're kidding, right?"