"I'm sorry. ...I'm not that kind of doctor; I'm not a therapist, it's not my training. I don't have the..."
"What? The time?"
"...temperament.")
Bruce honestly still doesn't know what to make of that particular dream, as much as it fills him with immense relief. Was that all actually real, or was it...? Well, he could think about that in time. Now there were more important things at hand.
Just as with the last two weeks there's the usual notice taped in its usual spot by now from early in the morning, the familiar handwriting from Bruce calling anybody interested for their quickly-usual weekly meeting at 11AM in the dining hall. It's a bit hard to take in the fact how slowly used they are becoming to this, but having a routine is good. It helps to keep them grounded in some fashion, to keep them all hanging on in some way or another.
In an attempt to raise some morale too, Bruce has finally taken to try and make food for everyone who comes to the meeting as well - should they arrive for the meeting they will see a pot of chicken stew with empty bowls at the side, and a small paper sign that says FEEL FREE TO EAT. There's a ladle to scoop the stew into their own bowls and also cutlery to eat said stew.
Bruce gives everyone who comes some time to get their bowls of stew and settle down before he promptly begins the meeting.]
Alright, let's begin. Is there anything anybody wants to ask or to share among us?
[His notebook's already out to do the usual note-taking; they'll go through everything one by one, as much as they can manage.]
MEETING...?, PART THREE
"...elevator in Switzerland."
"So you heard none of it."
"I'm sorry. ...I'm not that kind of doctor; I'm not a therapist, it's not my training. I don't have the..."
"What? The time?"
"...temperament.")
Bruce honestly still doesn't know what to make of that particular dream, as much as it fills him with immense relief. Was that all actually real, or was it...? Well, he could think about that in time. Now there were more important things at hand.
Just as with the last two weeks there's the usual notice taped in its usual spot by now from early in the morning, the familiar handwriting from Bruce calling anybody interested for their quickly-usual weekly meeting at 11AM in the dining hall. It's a bit hard to take in the fact how slowly used they are becoming to this, but having a routine is good. It helps to keep them grounded in some fashion, to keep them all hanging on in some way or another.
In an attempt to raise some morale too, Bruce has finally taken to try and make food for everyone who comes to the meeting as well - should they arrive for the meeting they will see a pot of chicken stew with empty bowls at the side, and a small paper sign that says FEEL FREE TO EAT. There's a ladle to scoop the stew into their own bowls and also cutlery to eat said stew.
Bruce gives everyone who comes some time to get their bowls of stew and settle down before he promptly begins the meeting.]
Alright, let's begin. Is there anything anybody wants to ask or to share among us?
[His notebook's already out to do the usual note-taking; they'll go through everything one by one, as much as they can manage.]