Flow My Tears, the Policeman said; Chapter 5

Kathy and Jason are holding hands as they walk down the street. Kathy is talking about love and auras; Jason is numb to the world. She eventually tunes in to his non-replies being non replies, but Jason is at a distance now, constructing his own psychological models. He's concluded that Kathy is a solipsistic narcissist who's chief skill is manipulation, and any attempts at communication will just prompt a deflection or some other defense reaction. Her sheer hostility to any logic was the castle moat.

She asks if he feels like catching a captian kirk. He's like sure, whatev. She asks if he wants to return to her place and screw like minks. This pegs his desire to get the fuck away from Kathy, consequences be dammed. A conversation about honestly quickly leads to Jason saying he thinks Kathy should be in a mental hospital and he wants nothing more than to get away from her. And so he walks away, into the crowd.

Wondering if he's just doomed himself, Jason finds a phone booth and using the gold Kriegerands payphones apparently take, calls Heather on her mega-ultra-secret line. Heather, naturally, has no idea who he is and instantly classifies him as a stalker, no matter how much weird personal info Jason can give about Heather. Several calls happen, where Jason basically bombards Heather with her secrets, and Heather is enormously freaked out because...who the fuck is this guy? Things end only when Jason runs out of Kriegerands. Jason is behind himself with frustration and has damaged one of his silver fillings through grindings.

Having tried that and failed, Jason can only fantasize about what a TV show his predicament would made. He gets lost in this reverie, and walks into a police checkpoint.