Sometime after his meeting with Cobb and the good Doctor Theo made his way to the counselling center. He held in his hand a small pot with a brilliant blue coloured plant inside. It seemed like a medium sized cactus, but lacking spikes.

As he walked part of his mind played Chopin, part of his mind sat inside the impenetrable box training and practice had helped establish and went over what he knew of the woman he was about to meet. Betazoid, 5’6’, 135 lbs…34 years old, martial artists, Lieutenant. Top of her class at the academy, counselling degree, combat psychology, interrogation techniques, diplomat. Best watch our step here… he gently disentangled himself from the box, left the stuff he had not been given permission to share in there and enjoyed the music, so much so that he was humming it quietly as he entered the center and looked around for someone to help him.

Dr Knox