[color=7ea7d8][b]"I-I-I Just don't know what t-to do doctor. I c-can't sleep, c-can't eat, I can b-b-barely think! I always f-feel like someone i-is watching me, they have to be..."[/b][/color] A rather jitter fellow stammered on and on about how he was constantly under surveillance from some sort of secret group as he laid sprawled upon the small black leather couch that was placed in Boogie's office. Boogie himself sat upon an armchair that sat across from the couch, he was writing line upon line into a small like black book. His notes consisted of the multiple observations that he had made over the course of his session with his current patient, Leroy Thomson. [color=9e0b0f][i]"Patient displays clear signs of paranoia and delusions of outside forces observing them. Possible case of schizophrenia, further observation needed for verification."[/i][/color] Was just a glimpse of the extensive notes that the doctor was taking as he listened to every quite absurd sounding claim that Leroy was making. This went on for a good hour, as it always does, before the session came to its end. [color=9e0b0f]"That seems to be our time Mister Thomson, but let me assure you that you have no need to fear anything nor one as there is nothing watching you."[/color]

As the session came to a end Boogie walked Leroy out of his office and wished him a warm, or rather as warm as Boogie could be, farewell. [color=9e0b0f]"Such a fascinatingly, troubled young man. So much raw fear in one person, simply astonishing."[/color] He spoke half aloud, not realizing that his secretary Antoinette could hear him. Once he did regain sense that he was not alone in the room he turned to the dark haired young woman and offered her a professional nod. [color=9e0b0f]"Good morning Miss Fermi, I trust that the day is treating you well."[/color] Boogie said to Antoinette, a greeting that he had offered her a nearly countless times before.