Basically, about when everyone was leaving, my skype started going off. Simon.

"Checking in with Mom?" asked Sam.

"Yep. See y'all tomorrow," I said.

I flew to my computer and answered skype.

"Hey," I said when Simon's blond hair and soft golden eyes popped up.

"Top of the morning to ya," he said.

"What time is it there?"

"Um its three AM here."

"We can reschedule."

"No. I don't need sleep. Plus I like doing therapy at three in the morning. Gives me something to do instead of watching the tele."

"How many clients do you have?"

"Including you? Ten. I'm only working part time now."

"Are a lot of them like us?"

"Three humans, three wolves, three vamps, and you're the only hybrid."

"Are they all in London except for me?"

"The vamps all started in London and we have phone or skype sessions now, there all over the place. The wolves are all from a small pack in Berkshire, about 40 miles west of here, but they run fast. The humans are all in London yeah." he sighed. "Thank you for faxing that paperwork for me. I know it's a hassle but legalities are legalities. Basically, I don't repeat anything unless you are going to kill yourself, or if someone is hurting you. I know you're a vampire, but vampires have souls so we don't want to die too."

I smiled. This is why I liked Simon.

"So what are the issues you want to address?" he asked.

"You can't lead someone to a place of healing unless you have been there yourself."

"Yes, I have heard that."

"Some of my clients struggle with who they are as a werewolf, or a vampire or a human, I do that. Some of my clients have issues with their fathers, I have a huge issue with mine. One of my client has been sexually assaulted, I was too. So I want to make sure I am taking care of me, so I can take care of others."

"Right. And which do you think is the biggest issue for you?"

"Probably my dad. I know you would think it would be the whole like sexual assault but, I feel like if my dad had been in my life, my life would be so different and I can't help but feel so unwanted."

"How is your dating life?"

"I'm taking a break right now but usually it's pretty active."

"Have you dated more than three men in the last year?"

"Yes."

"Tell me their names."

"A guy named Alex something tried to stick his tongue down my throat so I snapped his neck."

"When was this?"

"Like last week."

"I'm so sorry."

"Not counting him, I don't remember anyone."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I'm a slut."

"No. You're not a slut. When you go on a date what is the most important thing about the man: looks, money, personality, sex, funny, what?"

I thought for a minute. What attracted me to Alex?

"He took an interest in me. Offered to buy my food, talked to me, offered to take me home."

"Right, your father left, for whatever reason, he left. The only man who has taken an interest in you is Carlisle, and you only see him twice a century. Every girl needs to be told by their father that they are special and daddy's princess. Now you are looking for it from men."

I sighed, this was making a lot of sense. I wasn't being cautious the night I met Alex because i just wanted to be held by someone again.

"Let's talk about what happened when you phased."

"Well we were in the woods and-"

"No. The fact that everything fell apart because you missed three days of work."

"Oh," I sighed. "I don't know why that happened."

"Well, are you training your clients to be independent or dependent on you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The goal of therapy is to not need therapy anymore. You are supposed to talk about your problems, and learn to cope on your own. Your clients should not need to see you over and over again."

I thought about how many times I had checked on Bella, Sam, and Jasper the last few days. Am I being overbearing?

"I have two people who are getting suicidal and one who is getting homicidal and I can't hospitalize any of them because it's all related to vampires and werewolves so I have to keep tabs on them."

"How stable are they?"

"Well, I assessed the human girl suicide watch Saturday, and checked on her sunday, and I has a session with her today."

"Do you think she is likely?"

"No."

"Then leave her alone tomorrow. Who else is there?"

"Then there is a male werewolf, twenty years old, phasing two years. He has attempted suicide and didn't tell anyone. Assessed him Saturday, checked on him yesterday, got a session with him tomorrow."

"Is he likely?"

"Hard to tell he is bipolar and his mood flips on a dime. But he is staying with his mom and he's not around weapons, and the pack hears each other's thoughts. I think even if he gets low, he can pull himself out of it."

"Then assess him tomorrow, and trust him. Who else?"

"There is my cousin. He's an empath, and I'm pretty sure he's got some PTSD. Anyway he started a feeding frenzy and we realize he was emotionally eating, and everyone is blaming themselves for that."

"Why is that your fault?"

"Well, the human was depressed so I put her on pills, but I didn't make sure she took the pills then she got more depressed, then the empath picked up on it, and got overwhelmed, and started eating, and now bambi's dead, and he's depressed, and it's all my fault."

"You know on May fifth we had our election, and I voted for our cabinet, and they put in Tony Blair for Prime Minister again. Now, if the Queen gets shot, and Blair is the official ruler of the country until Charles can take over, and Blair makes all of us start driving on the right side of the road, and there is a horrible wreck in London, and a whole family dies, did I kill that family?"

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"You prescribed some medication, and the client didn't take it."

"Oh she took them then she stopped taking them suddenly."

"Oh god, no wonder you're mad. Still, the client was negligent, not you. You can't babysit her unless you want to hospitalize her."

I sighed. "I know."

"How about same time next week?"

"Kay."

"Told you it wouldn't be bad." He logged off.