Something in Todd Anderson had broken and left a gaping wound the night of december 15th. The play, Neil's bright smile having disappeared because of his father, his distant expression as he got into the car. That had been the last time Todd had seen Neil, no news of him afterwards.

Now, Todd Anderson was 27. He'd grown- his babyfat now gone, a beard had started growing instead. The emotional wound of Neil Perry's life now being a simple stitch that rarely opened now. 10 years, almost exactly, had passed. Todd had healed.

One day, he fell on ice and hurt his arm on a work trip- he'd become an english teacher who wrote in his freetime- making him end up to the hospital. He'd come to London for an interview with a radio station who enjoyed his poems.

To his surprise, his doctor was none other than.. him. With his big brown eyes, now haunted with this horribly sad and empty look, and his short brown hair, now styled differently. He had more wrinkles now, and bigger eyebags. But it was him! Neil Perry! Oh.. He'd become the thing he dreaded. A doctor- the thing his father had wanted for him, and the thing that he had dreaded to become years ago..

But Todd had to comfirm before greeting him with open arms, or punching him. Todd wanted to do neither of those things- his wounds had healed years ago. He didn't feel the need to react strongly, like he would have done only a few years ago.

"What seems to be the problem today?" He asks, looking at a file as he enters, before looking up and stopping only for a moment, his melancholic eyes widening ever so slightly. There are about 5 seconds that pass in silence. "Ah- I'm sorry. You look like somebody I once knew." He apologizes, regaining his composure.