Well this is where your thoughts have gotten you. Therapy. They forced you into therapy with a high class psychologist. You couldn’t care less about about it. You sat in the room waiting for them not knowing anything. Suddenly they walked in. Simon walked in with a pair of roses, freshly cut as it seemed. “Sorry I’m late, I had to pick these rose from the flower shop. They reminded me of you.” He placed them on your lap then sat behind his desk.