Down the end, turn right, and then last on the right at the end of that corridor.

The room was bright green on two walls - glass, with a spacious, full garden spreading out before the road. The doctor was standing, talking softly to a grey and white bird that was hovering, clattering lightly against the glass.

-You two are on the same schedule - he's here waiting for you again.

-I haven't seen him for a while.

-Still crazy, still trying to get in.

-Does he ever scare you?

-About twice a week - slams into the window while I'm trying to write up notes. Then skitters around for a while like he's got concussion.

- I missed you.

-Sit down, my dear. Hold my hand and tell me how it is.