You and your brother step into the office, him dragging you by the wrist. It's a very clean place, the waiting room crowded with depressed teens, broken hearted women, gay men, divorced families...with sticky leather chairs and baskets full of boring magazines. He signs in for the appointment, and then you both sit down. You're already exhausted, and nauseous... A few minutes later, a blonde nurse steps out, holding a clip board. "Margaret Shelby?"