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[simon_doctor]

The man's name -- or at least the name under which he does most of his business -- is Jacek Chaiprasit. His brother Stefan is the one Simon treated for respiratory infection on Beaumonde, years ago.

He takes a deep breath as the image forms on the screen.

"Mr. Chaiprasit? Thank you for taking the time to speak with me."

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[simon_doctor]

"Sure," Jacek returns. His smile doesn't even come close to reaching his eyes.

"I always have time for anyone who wants to get in touch."

Considering the barriers in place against anyone who shouldn't be able to do so, that is.

[simon_doctor]

There's no smile in his eyes, and no sign of recognition. Simon's heart sinks.

I'm not wrong. I know I'm not. That's him.

"I'm pleased to see you again," he says, carefully. "I hope I'm not presuming too much on our first meeting."

[simon_doctor]

"...Again?"

He stares hard through the screen, scrutinizing Simon's features -- and as he does, his eyes suddenly widen.

"Bozi tgha--"

[simon_doctor]

Simon nods just slightly.

"It was fairly brief," he offers, as though to excuse the man for not recognizing him sooner. "And under rather different circumstances."