"Our next lecture will be on Dissociative Identity Disorder, commonly referred is a highly controversial disorder popularized by the book and movie Sybil. Don't forget the chapter quiz on Schizophrenia is due online at midnight. See you all Thursday"
Dr Sister Anne McCoy put down her lecture notes and gathered her things before heading back to her office. Once out of the lecture hall she turned on her phone and saw she had 2 messages one from her sister's doctor, Doctor Norman and one from her nephew's boos Agent Hotchner. She closed the door to her office, took a seat making the sign of the cross, hoping things were not as bad as they seemed.
"Hello Sister Anne, this is Aaron Hotchner. Your nephew was recently kidnapped on a case,but is now safe and ready to leave the hospital. He doesn't want your sister to know the details for fear of upsetting her. He does however want to spend some time with her and is on his way to Benington now. Spencer is exhausted now, but has given me permission to briefly fill you in on the case."
She gasped and a few tears ran down her cheeks and she said a silent prayer that all of her family would be alright. She then listened to her next voicemail.
"Sister Anne, this is Dr. Norman. Your sister is very distraught and keeps on asking to see you. I'm not sure what your class schedule is, but I think she would feel a lot better if you could spare a day. She is extremely upset."
So Sister Anne canceled her office hours, grateful she didn't have classes until Thursday and set out on the 4 hour drive to Las Vegas, greatful her nephew was alive and that Diana needed her. The music of her iPod kept her calm after she had called Dr. Norman and Hotch back. She thought of the sad irony of her nephew's kidnapper having Dissociative Identity Disorder. She prayed for the man's soul. The poor man must have suffered to dissociate like that. The hymns, oldies and folk music along with prayer made the 4 hour drive bearable. She could do this.