Hopefully it's Seattle Day 3, and I should be heading back home later tonight. If not, then I'm not exactly sure what's going on in my life right now, since I've uploaded these last few chapters prior to leaving. If I don't post tomorrow, someone call 911.

Dr. Black is a big man. Even sitting at his desk. The expensive red cedar nothing more than a tinder box against his frame. I'm not sure how long I've been sitting here, but it seems like forever, and he still hasn't looked up from the paper he's writing on. Scratch, scratch, scratching away like I'm not waiting for his acknowledgement.

I glance behind. Almost expecting Orderly Hale to collect me. As if I've had my session with Dr. Black and just can't remember it. That's how it was with this appointment.

"Patient Isabella!" Orderly Hale ran up to me breathless, grabbing at my arm. "Did you forget? It's Tuesday. You have an appointment with Dr. Black today."

I don't know how they expect us to know what day of the week it is let alone when we have an appointment. Tuesday? It could've been Friday for all I knew. They never tell us anything of importance. Sometimes I think they prefer this dependency we have on them. Like if they weren't around we wouldn't be able to function.

"How are you, Miss Swan?" I glance up in surprise. Dr. Black's pen is sitting beside his folded hands, and he's staring at me with a sort of inquisitive look on his face.

"I'm okay."

"Any new developments since our last appointment?"

"I don't…" I wrinkle my forehead in thought. "I don't remember our last appointment."

He sighs. "That's what you said last time too."

My breath comes in short gasps. Just exactly how many times have we met? How many days have I lost? "I did?"

"Yes." He picks up his pen and begins writing again. "I prescribed you a different cocktail hoping it improve your cognition. Apparently it hasn't."

"How long have I been here, Dr. Black?"

He regards me so intensely it's like he's picking apart my brain with his eyes. "Just a little over a month."

I bow over in surprise, clutching at my rapidly beating heart. "It feels like just a few days."

He writes some more. "We'll try a different cocktail tomorrow. Bear with me, Miss Swan. These things take time."

Was it last night where I spied Orderly Hale and Patient Mary together? I'm not even sure now. "Are you really here to help me, Dr. Black?"

He's silent for a moment. "Why do you think you've been sent here to Port Angeles Asylum, Miss. Swan?"

"The nightmares. They never go away."

"Ah, yes. You've told me about these nightmares before. You don't like talking about them though."

I shake my head. "I live them every night. Why should I have to go through with it again if I don't have to?"

"Maybe that's the key to your success."

"Are you here to help me, Dr. Black?"

"I can only do so much from what you allow." He pushes his chair back, coming to a slow stand and taking his time walking around his desk until he can lay his hands on my shoulders. "Just remember, Miss Swan."

"Remember what?"

"We are all here to save you."