June 15th, 2407

12:00 - Wilbur H. E.

Delightful as ever, unfortunately not much progress has been made. It still amazes me how he's been through hell and back, yet he's still as selfless as he is, and keeps that faith of his. It could be that I'm a "gentile" as he calls it, but I could never understand faith. He talked about his wife, his daughters, both the live one, and the one that died young, but not himself, as usual. Even asked how I and my own daughter were doing. Perhaps he sees his own issues as unimportant.

1:00 - Bianca A. L.

Was happy to see me, and had a lot to say about her life. Her young son is starting university, and her work as a seamstress is going well. I have to admit, she's improved the most out of every patient I've had in a shorter amount of time than expected. On her first visit, she was incredibly shaken up about the war, classic PTSD combined with grief, though she'd never been on the ... Her husband had left to fight, but died in action, leaving her and their young son behind. I wasn't sure how she'd take to sharing her problems with a pro, and one from the city no less. Perhaps she opened up to me because in a way.... I know what she's going through.

2:00 - Hiram D. F.

Referred to me by his daughter, he had mostly talked about his "fall from grace". It's happened to most of us, fall from "old money", more like. Brace for reminiscence about the high life. As if I don't know, and haven't heard the same story from the less damaged.

4:00 - Cate A. T.

Honestly, I hesitated writing that name down. Upon the first meeting, I knew. I know that's not her name. I'm surprised she even came to me, since Fievel very likely told her to stay away from me. Even now, after all these years, he still holds that grudge when I'd told him over and over that I'd better face the firing squad myself than hurt her. Classic scenario of displacement. However, as she's here now, maybe that'll stop. This time, however... She knows nothing. Nothing of what happened that is. She still seems to know me, but not by name. My voice, and face (How in the world did she remember it so distinctly if she went blind?), she recalled and seemed more than comforted immediately. She never said anything outright, but I'm certain it's her. Older yes, and gracefully so. Is life so cruel? Nearly eighteen years of nothing, and she only now chooses to walk back into my life? And she chose to at all after what she's done? Yet... Despite that, why is it that my name still sounds so much better when she says it? Why did my heart still skip a beat when she went into one of her vivacious rambles? Why do I still long for her?