She had nothing else to do but simply sulk around the pack house till the full moon rose and she could slip her skin. Although the sulking was her own problem. So to solve that, she cleaned up Malcolm's room as best she could. Chosing to some things she was sure he didn't need. Tissues, anything that might have been recylcable and not books or papers he might need. It was in the middle of her cleaning streak she stummbled across an appointment card. Lifting it out from under the courner of the bed she inspected it. Someone had an appointment 3/8 at 10 am. She frowned and flipped it over in her hand. She recognized the name instantly, Bree Hayes, therapist. Shifting on to her knees she memorized the card. It had been one of the few Loke had considered out of the Yellow Book. Loke needed someone to let loose everything that was going on in her life and to hear an unbiased answer. Standing she headed toward her stuff near the door and pulled out her phone. She dialed, glancing between the card and the phone before setting her cell to her ear. The answering service picked up after a few rings. When it beeped Loke drew in a breath.
"Um, hello. My name's Lokelani Asing, and I was hoping to find out if you have any open appointments I might be able to get. I've never been to you're office but I found a card at my house and I trust it was probably one of my family that used you in the past. Please give me a call at your earliest convience."
Hanging up she stared at the cellphone before setting it back on the bed. Back to cleaning.