Summer Break Montage!
Girls in bikinis! Fun in the sun! Crippling personal revelations!After discussing things with Miriam, and realizing that staying anywhere with potential distractions was probably going to be an issue, Will had gone to ASHLIE for help -- after all, no matter what he ended up discovering on his summer of giving in to himself, he'd need a place to stay, and he still didn't have a room after the whole Lippencott fiasco.
It took several attempts for him to explain what he needed and what he was attempting to do, but eventually, he got permission to set up shop in the lighthouse -- the room where, in an alternate universe, several billion years ago and a decade from now, he had set up his office. Patterns and forms, repeating endlessly and all that.
The first step was to clear it out, completely. It had mostly been used as a storage room at the moment, and all that shit had to go; Will spending a good two hours moving furniture and ripping out carpet, creating a pile of debris on the lawn outside. He spent another couple hours painting the room white from head to toe -- blank, blank, calm, neutral. Nothing as a distraction. Nothing that would overwhelm him. Nothing to gravitate to. The simple act of destruction gave him something to focus on, something to subsume himself into -- he either ignored or politely declined help from outsiders as he went about respacing the space. A simple task he could focus his mind on -- what he had been trying to achieve by going to the farm; and the sort of thing that had frustrated him in the recent past.
That had been two weeks ago. Although the door had remained unlocked and the lights on, Will hadn't...done much at all, other than sitting in the room. At first, he sat there in his default humanoid form, cross-legged, eyes-closed for most of the time, looking like he was meditating. That had lasted about two days, after which point, he had slowly oozed down into just a lump of clay, sitting there, alone in the light. An occasional bubble or pop was recorded by the security cameras, and noted appropriately on the clipboard hanging outside the door, but otherwise, it was a boring time.
That had lasted for the first week.
Starting on day eight, things had started appearing around the clay blob. At first, it was basic shapes in primary colors -- unlike Will on the MGH, it didn't immediately go to full-fledged, fully detailed copies of things. Over the next couple days, however, the objects started becoming more and more complex -- combinations of shapes, and then different materials and colors. By the end of the week, different pieces of furniture and accessories were appearing and being reabsorbed on an irregular schedule -- the flexing and release of the clay, exploring and testing and iterating.
But it wasn't until the end of the second week that a Will had appeared in the room again, wearing a labcoat and glasses, writing and crossing out information on a blackboard, standing back and scratching his chin. He wasn't...quite right, yet -- there was something of the uncanny valley about him; his hair ropey and thick, his skin strangely matte and lifeless. But it was, however, a start.
((open, with various montages possible))