Books, books. This would be the part where he should be able to look down and have all those shapes and squiggles resolve into words. Meaning jumping off the covers. He glances down, half-expecting that the Cure's fixed his illiteracy too.

Okay, so that's still the same. The pictures don't help either. Maybe Wyatt's puzzle idea is better. R frowns at shelf after shelf, trying to work out what puzzle you get for a man might've (or not) met. All he knows is the Sherlock he met, he seemed smart. Deadly smart, obviously, if he made it through the Arena. Smarter than a zombie, easily.

"What are...good puzzles?" R finally throws in the towel. He'll need to pick Wyatt's brain for this a little bit more. "Out of...loop."