Dec 23, 2009 13:19
The weather rather suited Daedalus today. He’d spent a few minutes of his break on the patio, poised against the wall where the light rainfall couldn’t touch him. Rain, huh? It wasn’t the feel of droplets on his skin, or the smell of damp earth, or the breath of fresh air that he was interested in, but nevertheless, he took a moment to himself there, his slight frame hardly noticeable where he stood with shoulders slightly hunched.
Despite the apparent solitude, he didn’t believe he was any less under observation than he was in his proper abode. But any tampering had to be done a bit differently.
When it was time to begin his next session, the young doctor returned to his office, as prepared as ever to carry on the day’s work. Within his desk drawer, the Dolores Haze file had been moved to the bottom of the stack, the two belonging to the next patients sitting one over the other on top. It was the first day he’d had nothing but return visits.
kratos,
daedalus