"You mean you are helpless. You don’t have a magic cure…" he reply and I wonder about it while he continues.

"That is one thing you were bad at… patience." I look up hurt. "I have patience this job is all about patience!" I say.

"Oh I know… and you did improve since you where 15 but it’s still there. You are always trying to find a faster way to heal the soul. Like that experiment with Peyote and hypnosis please… Ashley I know you better then you think." I think about what he is saying.

"Firstly we are not at score one, secondly She is young and strong and she could get through this especially with you by her side but it’s going to be painful and hard and most of all it’s going to take time…" I look up at him desperate. "There are no tricks, no charms and no shortcuts. It’s just two people talking and trying to find out the core of the problem then the healing can begin." He gazes at me. "Are you sure you can take it?" he asks. And my look of desperation is replaced with a determined one. "Yes! I don’t care how long! I am by her side!"

"Good" he smiles "now lets go drink some coffee and talk over some things for tomorrow." He gets up and helps me stand.

"Coffee? Not tea?" I smile at him. "After this little excitement I need something with a little jolt." I laugh. Although he is American it always seems like he takes over British manners and habits. It was another thing I liked about him.

After we finally finished making the coffee we found we had little to say about tomorrow’s session. So we seat in silence, each to his, her thoughts.

The noise in head was deafening.

‘Who is Lucy? How did she hurt her? Who was she comparing herself too?’ I kept asking over and over.

"We’ll find out… starting tomorrow." He knew what I was thinking probably because he was thinking the same thing. I didn’t even notice him getting up I was so deep in my head.

"Good night dear" he said and kisses the top of my head. I smile.

"Good night." I finish washing my cup deciding I’ll sleep in Angel’s room for tonight I tell myself it’s to watch over her but really I need the comfort of her present.

‘Patience…’ is the last thing I think about before sleep overcomes me.