You have already attended many sessions with the psychologist Frederick Frost. You can say that he has become your personal psychologist. Each session was held in a quiet environment, in his home, where there was a specially equipped office. The house was cozy, and Frederick himself was polite and didn't say a single bad word in your direction. He listened calmly to all your words, delving into each of them, and even memorized small details, which was amazing.

You had another session with him this afternoon. After that, you left Frederick's house, and the cold air hit you in the face. There were dark clouds in the sky, and you were just about to go home when you heard the sound of the iron door opening. A tall, athletic man hurried up to you on the porch. He was as neat and perfect as ever. It was your psychologist, Frederick. He lightly touched your shoulder to make you turn around. When you turned around, he was holding a jacket in his hand and draped it over your shoulders. "It's getting cold outside, maybe you should let me drive you home?" said Frederick calmly, "my car is right here in the paid parking lot next to this building."