Fifteen minutes later, Doctor James came out of the room himself.
Margaret met him at the counter. "Whoah, doc. No offense, but you look rough."
Doctor James ran a hand self-consciously through his hair. "I feel like I just faced the inquisition," He muttered.
Margaret gave him a sympathetic look. "I've been on the receiving end of that, so I understand."
He looked at her in surprise. "Why?"
"Why me?" Margaret shrugged. "When Elisa was missing with amnesia, she spent a good time of that with me, both in and out of the hospital. They wanted help filling in the blanks that they thought that Elisa wasn't telling them."
"What did you tell them?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Only what I could about her time living with me after she was released from the hospital," She admitted. "Patient confidentiality and all that."
He nodded. "Diane is…"
"Fierce," Margaret said. "She's kind of scary."
"Yeah," Doctor James said, then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Alright," He said, feeling a little more put together. "Who's next?"
"You're not going to like it," Margaret said.
"Why," He asked slowly.
Margaret winced sympathetically before nodding to yet another small stack of clip boards.
He picked them up, his eyes widening. "Is this a joke? You're just messing with me, right?"
Margaret shook her head.
"Cancel my appointments," Doctor James said, resigned to how the rest of his day was about to go.
He took the stack of clipboards with him and, as he had with the Maza family, He started at the far end and walked his way inward.
Once back in the conference room, he looked at the hodgepodge of people there.
This… could be interesting.
"Alright," He said, once more taking his seat. "Mr and Mrs Xanatos," He nodded in greeting. "Owen," Another nod. "And Skyler. What can I help you with?"