Catharine had received a call from a Mr. Michael James Gardens, wanting to organise a therapy session on the request of his wife. Catharine accepted, and through him, got her hands on his wife's files, to prepare for the session.

Anne, she was called Anne. Anne was twenty nine, currently listed as a homemaker on her documents. She had a fourteen year old son, meaning she was a mother at sixteen. She had extreme issues post-partum, needing assistance from some mental health experts.

Catharine checked to see if Anne was on any medications, and she was. A few diet pills, and some B12. She thought of what she could mention in the session, how she could help Anne. That's all she wanted to do; help others. It was her purpose in life, that's how she saw it.

Catharine went to bed after that. She needed a good sleep to death with all the sessions she had scheduled for the next day.

Catharine went through two clients before it was Anne's session. The woman was four minutes late, not too late, but not too early, so Catharine didn't mind. She had Anne's documents hooked onto her clipboard, to flick over.

She studied Anne; dripping in expensive jewelry, a black, shimmery dress. A fur shawl she had on was placed on the back of the chair and was sat on. Catharine was intrigued. She could pyscho-analayse Anne's outfit alone.

Catharine flipped a page, looking at a different page of Anne's documents. She had applied for a divorce 7 times, opting out each time before she had to serve Micheal the divorce papers. Oh. Very interesting, Catharine thought.

"Hi." Catharine said, smiling sweetly. She wanted to be friendly and welcoming, wanting to be a very trusting person for her clients to be vulnerable with. "I'm Dr. Catharine Stepham, but you can call me whatever you like."

"Your husband is the one who called me, to organise all of this." she looked up from her clipboard. "Where shall we start? What made you think seeing a psychologist was something you wanted to do?" Catharine inquired, remaining polite.