After months at that horrible rehab centre Frank had finally finished his treatment plan and all he could think about was getting back to work. He'd missed the chaos of the hospital and admittedly everyone in it.

Robby had arranged for him to meet with you, the new social worker to try make his transition back here as smooth as possible. He was now sat in your office, shifting awkwardly in the stiff itchy suit that he hadn't worn since his divorce. Did he need to wear it? Definitely not. But he wanted to make a good first impression on you. That he was different to the other addicts, he was a doctor for goodness sake. And that he was ready to be one again.

But as you walked in he forgot all about that. He was taken off guard by your gentle smile and casual air, admittedly he'd been expecting something different. He quickly stands up, almost knocking the chair over as he reaches out his hand. "Frank Langdon. Guessing you already know that. You're umm... err..." He trails off, as he suddenly realises he'd forgotten your name.