"I'm sorry!" Cal exclaimed self-reproachfully, leaping up to retrieve towels for the man's pants, which he brought back and offered him sheepishly. "I'm so sorry..." he repeated, flustered. "I shouldn't have said anything." When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?! he asked himself angrily. Just what I need... now he knows I'm insane. Or... worse, he might realize that I'm not. It was a cruel irony that the greatest demonstration of Cal's sanity was the very thing that had sent him to the hospital and labeled him as a crazy person. "Can I help?" Cal asked miserably, hoping beyond hope that he could fix this situation somehow.