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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ae1vart0n" data-source="post: 2833069" data-attributes="member: 40218">~Roger~7AMWake up.  Look around at his tiny studio apartment, go back to sleep.8AMGet up.Review calendar.  Notice he has an apartment to visit today, to find out why a lady swears she saw her dead son in the  window.  Unlike her other delusions, she has a picture of this one that she's clinging to.  The doctors think this may  be the source of her other fantasies, and it may be the last fabrication to overcome before they'll be able to release  her.  As always they're short on space, so releases are important right now.When he visited her in the sanitarium, he examined the photograph.  It appeared to be genuine which is why he's going  to her apartment, where the image is set, to see how it might have been taken.Her sister has agreed to meet Roger there to let him in at lunch, around 1PM.  Nobody has been in there since this  lady was taken away.A pretty low key case.  It would probably turn out to be a reflection of some kind, so the first thing he'd do is look  for other photographs of the boy.Not being a very busy day he goes for a short jog around the block, comes back, stretches, showers, and puts on his  everyday clothes.10AMAn egg, a piece of toast, a glass of grapefruit juice, and to the closet to make sure his equipment was charged, he  had film, and everything was generally working.  Then he put everything in a duffle bag, left, locked the door, and  headed down the stairs (there was no elevator in his building).Every morning he went through this routine.  Loaded up his car.  Drove to the library, where he checked his email  account.  His email had been provided as a convenience by one of the local sanitariums, in exchange, he didn't charge  them as much as he did others.10:30AMAt the library, he got on the public computer and logged in.  They had provided him with a diskette with a program he used to check his account, that didn't use the normal protocol.  At  least that's what they told him; he didn't understand what it meant.There was one email about a patient in the DC area, that he jotting down the information on a notepad he kept in his  briefcase.  A couple from various subscriptions he had to paranormal activity bulletins.  Most of it was garbage, as  was the nature of the thing, but he browsed them anyway looking for something interesting.  And about twenty from a  patient he was going to need to see later tonight.This particular patient was a bit paranoid.  Every few months she came by with a different problem, and he talk to her  as seriously as a doctor was required to do.  If you were to read her file though, the diagnosis was Munchausen.  A  hypochondriac of psychiatric disorders.  Nobody could go insane in so many different ways in a lifetime.  From asylums  to psychiatric wards, she was banned from them all.  Sometimes he considered it as good practice.  Other times it was  just annoying.  In any case she was pretty good at faking it, and she paid.  He received one email from another  patient.  This one afraid of human interaction.  Any interaction with him was therefore via email, but he paid his bills too so Roger didn't mind.These were the sort of patients he dealt with, the ones nobody else really wanted.  The delusional ones like the one whose dead son he would attend to at lunch were mundane by comparison.  He typed up a response to the sociophobe, and a few others, browsed  some of the subscriptions and logged out, taking his diskette.</blockquote>

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