Well this day has been pretty crummy… but then I remembered Marcus wanted to meet for dinner tonight, so I should take him up on that offer. I make my way to the restaurant he wanted to meet at and- holy crap it’s fancy. I walk inside and see Marcus sitting on the table in his usual attire, lab coat and all. “Ah! You’re here!” He says as he pulls a seat for me. “Come, sit! This place has the best food, and of course I’ll pay for everything.” I was about to challenge him on that offer but then I remembered that room full of money that he got from a certain rich girl so maybe he wasn’t bluffing. “Anyways, you have a story to tell me today?” He says leaning forward to show that he’s giving his full attention. Well he’s kinda my therapist and this place is loud enough so no one can eavesdrop, so I guess I can tell him. I began my story with Hugo, talking about his flamboyant poses and exaggerated responses which make him laugh. I then talked about Ophelia and what happened to her and about the rage I felt. He seemed intrigued by this part and questioned me further. “Eyes of a murderer…? Is that what he said?” He says writing this on a napkin. “I think I know what happened… you said your head was hurting afterwards too, correct?” I nodded in response as he continued his explanation. “What I think happens is that you went ‘all in’. I’ve heard about this phenomenon before where a person's mind becomes completely focused on one thing and one thing alone, making them lose all sense of logic… If Hugo hadn't stopped you, who knows what would have happened.” All in…? Well I better keep that in mind if I ever do that again. Suddenly the waiter shows up for our orders and turns to Marcus.
“Oh hey, Doc! How's it going?” He says with a sense of familiarity as he responds with a laugh.
“It’s been going well. Oh!” He says pointing at me and speaking to the waiter. “This is my client and work partner, Matt Kingsman. He’s quite the storyteller, believe me.” He says chuckling before the waiter takes our orders.
“Oh yeah uh… how's your sister?” Sister? From that question, Marcus's face goes white as he just ignored the question. The waiter walks away and leaves us alone… so I did the only natural thing and questioned him further.
“You have a sister? You never told me that.” I said, trying to start a conversation. He sighs and looks to the side with his arms crossed.

“Well… I suppose you should know after all the stories you’ve told me…” He takes a deep breath and turns to me, staring straight in my eye. “Me and my sister were very close. We would always do things together, and whenever one of us was low on something, the other would supply for them… it was like that for years upon years… until one day I was out late for my sister’s graduation party. And that day, a burglar came in armed and shot my mom, my dad, and her boyfriend… then beat my sister to not say anything after they left. I only saw the results when I arrived… My sister was fine physically after a couple days, but the damage to her mind was already done… She wouldn’t respond to my voice and whenever I mentioned her parents or her boyfriend, she would start panicking as if she was still in the scene…” He says with his hands clasped together and looking down. “This is why I wanted to be a therapist… There are so many people out there who have experienced some of the things my sister has been through. Maybe less, or maybe more. But I believe no one deserves to suffer. And I want to make it so nobody does.” He says before going into a more relaxed position. “I… apologize” He resumes, “I’m supposed to be the one you vent your frustrations to, not the other way around.”
“Oh no don’t worry!” I say quickly, “From what I remember, shared joy is double joy, but shared sorrow is half sorrow.” He chuckles in response and turns to the waiter who has arrived with our food. “Well enough of that. Let's enjoy our meal, shall we?” We spent the rest of the time together eating. The food was really good, I should take Vi here sometime… Well, let's see where else I should go…

Huh. 20 missed calls from Heather. I wonder what she wants to say… imgflip.com/i/a594ds
(!) Wasn’t Pudding still at the park? imgflip.com/i/a594tw
I wonder how Zach and Adrian are getting along with Hero… imgflip.com/i/a594uf
Lets go Home... imgflip.com/i/a594z5