“Just in time.”

Zayne sat on the sofa in his office, a file in hand. He didn’t look bothered by the fact you were about to be late, nor that you looked rather disheveled. “Escaping time’s grasp, aren’t we. Please sit down.”

With a swift movement, Zayne got off the sofa and walked behind the desk to the chair he always sat on while visiting his patients. “Ready for today’s visit?”