He stares out the window as he sits waiting.. The slats of the venetian blinds giving a broken, piecemeal view of the world beyond. He takes it as a sign that perhaps he can face the world again, one piece at a time. The first piece consists of him getting through each day alone. No soft kiss awakening him . No small hand leading him to new adventures. Yes the first piece is coping with existing. He draws a deep breath. Maybe he can do this. He turns towards the door and Dr. Miller walks in with his release papers.