Some old fucker came into the room late, of course, he was nice enough to be loud enough to disturb the session and Alex's train of thought. The guy looked like he was going to kick it any second, but he was definitely looking her over - like a complete weirdo. Alex internally cringed at the thought and turned her gaze back to the younger-older man, the Doctor. He was simply having a coughing fit, something about his career smoking habits. The tissues in the garbage were bloody, gross the guy was probably going to die during the session. She just realized the old fucker who walked in was someone famous or something, maybe she just didn't keep up with famous old people but the name Dorman-Smith sounded important maybe familiar.

Then the other chick started to talk and Alex's face got whiter when she mentioned she was a cop. Fuck, to think that she'd be in the same room with one this ways across the country. Her jaw kinda dropped but she tried to play it off by covering her mouth with her hand. Then a bunch of people started coming in, another old dude but he didn't seem like a bucket of scum and then essentially the epitome of an NYC thug walked in too. Everyone from all walks of life just poured into the therapy session, essentially this was going to suck. Talking was cool but talking about stuff you didn't want to talk about wasn't - for the most part.

The thug, Joe started to talk. Escaping a cartel and hiding, maybe he wasn't as badass as she initially thought. Then the old man - the doc turned to her to ask. Still, in shock, the doc asked the question regardless - her story. "Oh uh, well. I'm Alex, and I'm an alcoholic a while ago my boyfriend Zach went missing. I have some crazy nightmares and the alcohol helps I guess." She starts to crack her fingers. "Losing someone is just traumatic is all, the anxiety that comes with it and the pain. Hopefully, it's not long-term and maybe talking about it will fix it. Fingers crossed."

She lets out a sigh, a huge weight felt like it was lifted off her chest in a figurative manner. She smiled afterward as if to display a sign of hope but in reality, she was scared. The cop was probably the scariest thing she could face right now, the pervert, thug and other guys seemed to pale in comparison. Her hands rested on her bare knees as she awaited a reply from the old 'wise' doctor, today was going to mark the start of a long six months.