"Hello! We'll be flying you out today, if that's all right. My associates are waiting outside." They go outside. "I'm Mary Anemone Silverstring, that's Mordred Orkney, that's Oswald Ferrier, and this is Magnificence. Don't worry about remembering the names, I'm sure you'll pick them up eventually."

"Okay," he says, in the manner of a person who has not had much say in his life for the last fifteen years and does not particularly expect this to change. "I'm, uh, Lev Aarons. I guess you knew that. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry! Some of us haven't met you yet, have we. Do you have all your things?"

"I don't so much... have... things," he says. "All my clothes and stuff belonged to the hospital."

"Well, I guess we better get you some things, then. I don't expect Frank would be ready to fly again anyway, if we took you straight to the plane." She looks to Mordred for conformation of this probable fact.

"Probably not," Mordred confirms.

"-- which reminds me that I should mail this to the Savannah newspaper while we're out, if I'm going to give Keaton a terrible day I want to be thorough about it."

Oswald does not look very happy about these unsignalled delays but he cannot actually argue with whether the pilot will be ready to fly again yet.

"All right! We can meet up at the plane around early afternoon, say? What kinda stuff do you think you want, Mr. Aarons?"

Lev has a blank expression.

"I can help pick out some men's clothes," Oswald says, only mostly as an excuse to learn more about this cult.

"Good, excellent. I'm sure we can find a store that sells men's clothes and some additional things you will probably find that you need."

"Okay." He looks relieved that someone else will be providing opinions on which clothes he's supposed to like.

"You still like books? Don't want you to get bored on the plane."

What is the right answer to this. "I... like books?"

FUCK KEATON. ALSO THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF ASYLUMS.

"Cool. We can pick up some books, then, too."

They can split up, then, hopefully in a way that does not require convoluted taxi shenanigans since they're downtown. Books. Clothes. Toiletries and such.

Anemone has extensive experience with living with everything you need in, like, one bag that you can easily pick up as you wander around the country by train, so while these two figure out some clothes for him she can probably get him a simple briefcase and fill it with all of the objects one needs for basic self-care while traveling.

She can also pick up books but it would probably be better for Mr. Aarons to pick those out himself?

Lev just kind of stares at the books and fails to pick anything.

"Do you remember what kind of books you like? Histories? Westerns? Science fiction?"

"West... erns?" he says uncertainly.

"We can always get you one of each."

"What were you doing before all this? What kind of job did you have?" he asks, which is both a way of gauging interests and a way of getting information.

"I was an anthropology graduate student."

"History, then. Any specialties?"