I first met Harrison Jeckyll on my way to the library on the Notre Dame University campus. I was going into my second year, and was recently transferred from a college in my hometown of Birmingham, Alabama. He seemed to be in a rush, as he was nearly running for the door, stopping only to hold it open with his foot for me. To my surprise we were both headed for the library's help desk in search of some required books, for class. The middle-aged woman smiled from behind the desk asking what book it was he was searching for, from the title of the book, I figured that the young man in front of me, must be a history major. As the lady put in the title of the book in the computer, he turned around, looking at me with deep green eyes through glasses. He was of average height, nearing 5'11, and a little less than average weight with dark brown, shagged hair that seemed to have a slight curl to it. He flashed a shy, sort of awkward smile; as if I were the first girl he'd ever smiled at. He began to open his mouth as if to say hello, or introduce himself, but was interrupted by the lady behind the desk tapping him on the shoulder. She placed a note on the top of the desk, with the reference for the book he had requested. He took the note, and walked over to the history section of the library, turning around to smile at me once again.

After finding the book that I was needing for my class, I found an empty table, opened it and stood it up on the table beginning to read. "Genetics of Mental Disorders, what practitioners, and students need to know" I heard a voice say, I pulled the book toward me laying it page side down to see the young man sitting in the chair across from me, "you one of those crazy people, or do you just know them?" he let out a small laugh.

"No, I'm doing a report on personality disorders for my psychiatry class."

"Ahh, psychiatry" he stretched placing his hands behind his head and propping his feet up on the table

"Yeah," I laughed at this overly dramatic gesture, "it's my major, mental health counseling."

He lowered his legs off the table and slid a notebook and pen across the desk, "Alright doctor, analyze me."

I pushed the notebook back across to him, "Sir, I prefer to take patients that have names, however many they may have."

"Oh well, this patient does have a name, but he's a little too nervous to say to the doctor, especially when the doctor doesn't seem to have a name."

I stretched my hand out to him, "Dr. Luciana Eneas at you're service"

He chuckled to himself, shaking my hand, "Luciana?" he raised an eyebrow

I drew my hand back, "Don't laugh, my mother loved Shakespeare, I have a brother named Lysander, and now that you know the doctor's name, what's the patients?"

Picking up the pen he wrote something down on the piece of paper, and turned it around so I could read, "Harrison Jeckyll" I read aloud

"Now," Harrison propped his feet back on the table, "analyze me."

Standing up, I pushed in the chair and picked up my book, "Where are you going?" he asked as I began to walk off, "aren't you going to analyze me."

"No, you don't have an appointment."

"Well how do I get one" I heard him call after me

"If you really want one, you'll find a way."