The phone book was sitting in her lap and she was looking through it carefully. scanning over each page in the book. " Daddy said i had to visit a therapist... He thinks I'm still ill..." once again andper the usual it was spoken as if she was actually explaining it to someone, even though no one else was in the room.

It took her a few moments , but a name was chosen, and her phone picked up. the Brit's bottom lip was nibbled upon before she brought the phone to her ear waiting for the machine to pick up, it was late so odds are that would be the case.

"Hello Miss Hayes. my name is Evelyn Peirce. and my fatherhas said that I needed to visit a therapist, I have copies of my medical records and i can pay upfront, and would like very much to set up an appointment, my phone number is 408-859-6859 thank you and i look forward to hearing from you..."

the voice was listless and ghostly, kind of like she wasnt really present in her voice