I caught Georgia on the way to my private office wanting to find out his name. “What’s my 8 o’clock appointments name?” “He’s fine isn’t...he?” she said, her cheeks were flushed and she was carrying a glass of water to the reception area. “He’s a patient Georgia, I can’t look at him that way. Besides, we’ve seen all sorts of good looking people, he’s nothing spectacular.” I lied. “Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing Steph?” I reached up to touch my face. “Ha, gotcha! I knew you thought he was. Struggling off the couch, I stumbled through the mess to the door. Opening the door I saw Lucy standing on the doorstep, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.I invited her in, wondering what would cause her to come up this early in the morning. She had never visited me, either before or after our incredible afternoon. I had been too busy to choreograph another session so we had confined our social interaction to greetings in the parking lot. Playing the host, I made myself busy. I realised I had thought about him enough for one sitting. I knew I would indulge myself again, but it would hurt. I had had enough for one day. Breakfast I had slept well, and woke feeling only too happy to chomp a full English breakfast with copious amounts of tea. The breakfast room was cosy, but busy. I sat down alone at a little table for two, and began to think about how I might spend the day whilst waiting for my meal to arrive. I ate well, polished off a whole pot of tea, and decided. "Sheila and Liz are dead, and there is no turning back for them. You might have a choice and that is what we need to talk about," Joe explained patiently."So, we didn't escape," Jonas mumbled as the horror from his basement flooded through him again.Joe waved his hand as if brushing away an irritating bug and the horror faded. It didn't go away completely but it faded to a manageable level. "That's not important right now," Joe said. "If we can't work something out, you will have an eternity to.