[hr][hr] [center][h2] Goodnight [/h2] [h3] The [color=violet]Chapel[/color] with Dr. Cassar[/h3][/center] [hr][hr] "Goodness." Cassar uttered as Ellen mentioned her sister. "I'm so sorry. I can understand why you moved, and especially when things weren't so good with your parents, there must not have been very much support. The travelling too - it can be very nerve-wracking to go to a new country where you don't speak the language natively, and then try to find work and new friends. I'm glad you made it through this eventful life of yours unharmed, and that you have some good memories with your sister to look back on when times are hard. My brother and I don't speak very much any more, and we haven't for a long time now, but I think about the time we spent together very often." There was a moment after that, as Zephyr spoke, and Dr Cassar listened. “Thank you, Zephyr.” Dr. Cassar nodded thoughtfully as the younger man finished telling his story. “I’m sorry about your father. I’m very lucky that my father is still with us, although - understandably - I don’t get to speak with him very much right now. It’s very hard, dealing with the loss of a loved one - I think it’s good that you’ve found something both of you had a shared joy in, and that you’ve dedicated yourself to it in his memory.” Cassar paused for a moment. “It’s good to hear that meditating helped you with your anger. I’ve always found that anger can be a great obstacle to, well, to thinking straight, do you know what I mean? Of course, there are some things it is right to be angry about, but it’s also important to not let anger rule us.” Dr. Cassar’s eyes lit up for a moment, his face lifted upwards with a great and momentous realisation. “Oh! I think I’ve just remembered something.” He stood up, and went behind the desk-altar, opening one drawer and then the other, rifling through them until he eventually found what he was looking for. “Aha!” he exclaimed, producing a burgundy tin of biscuits and cookies, holding it aloft like a trophy. “I [i]knew[/i] there was something I was forgetting. Would anybody like a biscuit? There aren’t very many left, but they exist to be eaten, you know? I actually have been meaning to ask, as well, what is the ‘Awakening’ like?” He posited the question generally, as he headed back towards his seat and started passing biscuits out. [hr][hr]