I used to be an eccentric alcoholic, and was picked up for a psych eval, then committed for further observation on suspicion of being Psychotic on the words of a particular psych that later was stripped of her license for ethical violations. I was distraught at first, but learned ofthe many perks of being in the Psych ward. Free rent, free power, free hot water, free meds (Just had to ask.) Free food, and free smokes. I adapted well, earned the staff's trust, then used my sign out powers to buy spices and sauces for the communal meals, and used this time out of my mother's basement to look for an apartment via the yellow pages and secure my independance. Later it was determined I was just a weird guy, weird, but sane and highly intelligent.
I saw a lot in there. Weird as fuck trannies that openly cut themselves at the food table and had to be watched closely and forcibly bathed by staff. Super old ladies with Heroin addictions, old black guys with delusions of talking to the dead, and this one chick with such a terrifying visage and open mouthed "I'm going to feast on your corpse RAW" look in her eyes it shook me to bits.
Gradually I finally got a rental, got out of there, and now am gainfully employed.
Bottom line, this is the bestthing that could happen to tommy. He just needs the Care and "Little Village" feel of the people in there just like him.