Girls were normally helpful, Hubert remembered. It took him a moment to think beyond the plane crash and his missing therapist, but that was one of the reasons he liked girls. They were soft and gentle and pretty -- at least, the good ones were. "His name? He's - he's Dr. Bernard," Hubert said, sounding surprised he had to say it at all. Logically, he knew not everyone knew Bernard, but he had a very hard time looking at things outside of his own frame of reference; and to Hubert, Bernard was what the Earth revolved around. "He's Dr. Bernard," Hubert repeated a little more softly, "and - I'm Hubert," he said. "I didn't tell you that earlier. I should have, but..." another noise split through the darkness, nearly making Hubert jump out of his skin.
He looked back at the girl - Amanda, he reminded himself - and tried for a smile. If she could see it at all, the smile only made him look that much more hysterical. "What do you think those noises are? We probably shouldn't look for him -- right now..."