The next day, Joan and Will had gone by the time Kevin had gotten up. He was feeling a bit better however Luke wasn't feeling well, so he stayed at home. Kevin got up and into his wheelchair before his mother entered the room. She leaned over to kiss him good morning, but quickly pulled away. He smelt awful. Kevin sheepishly admitted he hadn't changed clothes, nor had a shower, in four days. Helen ordered him to have one ASAP, and find dome fresh clothes. As Kevin looked through his wardrobe, he noticed that he had virtually nothing to wear in public. He had a few daggy shirts, and about five pairs of pants, but three were too difficult to get on, and the others were torn. The rest of his clothes were sporting uniforms, and supporters gear. That was all he ever used to wear. He hadn't actually ever gone out to anywhere other then the hospital since the accident.

He scanned all of his suitable clothing, eventually picking out a plain red t-shirt, and an old pair of pants. He struggled into the shower, and then struggled to get dressed, and then struggled downstairs, where he met his mother waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Your new doctors' name is Dr. Martha Brown. She just called. She said if we wanted, we could go into the clinic and hour earlier. One of her other patients cancelled. I said OK, so we have to leave, well, now. I hope that's alright with you," said Helen looking into her sons' dark eyes.

Kevin shrugged indifferently. He wasn't very hungry anyway. Doctors always made him feel nauseous. He was surprised that he did, as he had been around scores of doctors lately.

The two boarded the car, quite smoothly, and within fifteen minutes, they were situated in Arcadia's Children and Young Adult Physiotherapy and Rehabilitation Centre.

Helen and Kevin entered the clinic. It was still early, but there were already about a dozen patients waiting. Some were in wheelchairs, like Kevin, some were holding thin white sticks, and two were waving their hands about furiously; Kevin presumed they were deaf.

It wasn't long before Kevin was called by the receptionist. He pushed himself over to the counter.

"Hi, I'm Lindy," said Lindy, the receptionist, "Is this your first time at Acayap R.C.?"

Kevin looked at the woman. He had no idea what she was going on about. Lindy laughed, and exclaimed, "I'm guessing yes, seeing as you don't know what I'm raving on about! Acayap R.C. is the name we give out office. See, ACAYAPRC, 'A'rcadia 'C'hildren 'A'nd 'Y'oung 'A'dult 'P'hysiotherapy and 'R'ehabilitation 'C'entre. It's kinda like a nick name."

Kevin looked at Lindy hard, and tried to figure out what kind of drugs she was on, but before he made a decision, his chair was rolling along the corridor, toward a door that said Martha Brown.