Dr. Goodstep hustled into the doorway of the apartment building that his four patients would be staying in, barely missing one of his said patients. "Dreadfully sorry!" He apologized, glad that they had not bowled each other over. He cleared his throat. "I am terribly sorry for my tardiness. The Gods of Traffic Lights decided to not be nice today." He gave a small chuckle, then continued. "I am Doctor Steven Goodstep. I will be your psychiatrist and leader in this help group. You may call me Doctor Goodstep, Doctor Steven, Doc, Steve, or whatever you may wish." Another chuckle. "Just stay away from the expletives and insults, please."

He motioned to the rooms. "Now, before we begin, I would like you to situate your rooms. If I am mistaken and you have already have done so, I would like to ask you to come sit down." He walked over and motioned to the living room, where a three-seater couch and two armchairs faced a flat-screen television in a semi-arc. Steven got a stool from a small two-person bar in the room, sitting in front of the television so that the patients would face him. He waited until everyone sat down before continuing.

"Good, good. Now, starting from my left, I would like you to introduce yourselves to each other--or, at least, to me--by giving your name, your favorite color, something that you like, and something that you don't like." He pulled his yellow paper tablet from his inside jacket pocket to begin the notetaking, clicking his pen.

Vincent watched as she started to put things away and put the sheets and covers over the single bed in the room. Tony noticed his brother tremble a bit, irises shaking despite their steady viewing gaze - It was something he did whenever something imperfect was bothering him, majorly, and he wanted to fix it. Tony nudged his brother, taking his hand again. "Chill, bro." "It's... she..." he stammered some other monosyllables before grumbling under his breath, possibly in a different language, because Tony couldn't understand a word of it. Tony grinned. "Yep!" he said. Vincent replied with silence, still preoccupied with his psychosis. Once Zoie left the room, Vincent tore his hand away from his brothers and started to fix the sheets and blankets to his liking and moving the picture slightly. He never really messed with clothes in dressers, figuring those were private - He was a perfectionist, not a pervert. After fixing them, he stepped back to admire his work. "... Wonderful." he exhaled, finally. Tony just cringed slightly, going over and taking his brother's hand and try to pull him out of the room before he tried to rearrange the entire room - He did that sometimes.

A split second later, a man walked through the door, apparently in a hurry. When he introduced himself, Vincent stiffened. "You started this program but fail to be here on time?" he started accusingly. "Pitiful," Tony looked over at his brother. "Vince! Cut it out! You're supposed to try and make friends!" The younger twin reminded the elder of them, making Vincent huff and look away. Vincent released his brother's hand and sat down in the armchair, arms crossed. Tony grinned, taking this opportunity to screw with his older brother and embarrass him. Sauntering over, he, to his brother's great dismay, flopped right down on his lap, turning to let the backs of his knees rest against the armrest while he supported himself by resting his elbows on the other armrest. "Get off me," "Make me," Vincent, however, did nothing - He was a pacifist and wasn't going to maul his brother for just sitting on his lap. The furthest he would go would be a well deserved smack, and that was really wobbling on the chips of his pacifism. Tony crossed his legs and remained where he was, feeling pretty 'pimp' as he would call it - Despite it suggesting that he was his brother's pimp which would in turn make it awkward.

Vincent looked at the man, highly skeptical that he was truly the man who was going to be the head of their 'help group'." Vincent, however, sat on the far right. He hated introductions, they were always stupid and awkward - Except for his. So many people stammered like idiots when the introduced themselves, lacking a confident voice and always fidgeting when they did their introduction. They stammered, stuttered, and- god, how he hated that. He hated when people fidgeted while they did introductions. You could fidget and fumble after your introduction, but introductions were to be clear, appropriate, and, goddammit, they were supposed to be proper! The twins sat there quietly, Tony with a half smirk, half smile, lounging, and Vincent with a faint scowl, eyes narrowed into an icy glare.

Hyacinth sat in one of the arm chairs to the side of the couch, chewing on her lip; she made sure to not sit on the couch for fear of her condition acting up and have to explain things to the others. She didn't know why her grandmother had signed her up for this group but then again maybe it would help her to get even better control over her embarrassing problem. She watched the twin brothers with a smile as they went back and forth between each other, the therapists apology didn't make her any less nervous. It was always hard for her to talk to others in person, she had already spent quite a bit of time getting her room just right, making sure to have special things from home to make her a little less homesick.

She hated being away from her grandmother, she was physically sick for two weeks when she first went to college. Calling her grandmother everyday begging to come home, but she kept telling Cin it would be alright and that going to college would be good for her. At her the time Cin couldn't understand how it could do any good for her but she was grateful to her grandmother for making her stay, now she was looking for a job at the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building the main library in New York. I was her dream to be a librarian in the library she had gone to her whole life, and if she hadn't gone away for school she would have never been qualified.

"Good, good. Now, starting from my left, I would like you to introduce yourselves to each other--or, at least, to me--by giving your name, your favorite color, something that you like, and something that you don't like."

Oh God she hated introducing herself to others it always made her nervousness sky rocket, but she figured it was needed in a program like this. Cin took a deep breath, "He..llo", Cin stuttered "My name is Hyacinth but you can call me just Cin, I'm 24 my favorite color is blue, I love to read, and bake", she said in very quiet voice. She blushed a bright red, and started to nervously twist the corner of her shirt in her hands; she was concentrating hard on not having an accident. She looked around at the others waiting for them to introduce themselves as well. She wondered if they were as nervous as her or maybe she was just the only one, the two brothers seemed to comfortable well accept for the one being sat on. The twins seemed to be nice guys for the most part, but the girl hadn't really said any thing yet so she wasn't so sure about her. But she knew that they were all here for a problem of some sort and that was a little comforting to her. There was something that they all had in common, they all wanted help so they can move on in their lives.

As Zoie entered the lobby she noticed a man running in. It seemed he was in quite a hurry. She watched him carefully as he began to introduce himself. She studied every part of his face as he spoke. He introduced him self as Doctor Goodstep. She then knew that he was the reason she was here, he was going to be the one to help her with her problem. She then took her seat and continued to listen to him. As he was explaining the introduction process she noticed that the twins were also in the room. When Doctor Goodstep was finished talking there was an awkward silence in the room. Zoie decided she would go first, although she was afraid of what the others might think. She stood up from her chair and began to speak softly "Well I guess I will start, My name is Zoie Webber. My favorite color is Orange, I like the reading and being outside, I don't like sports." She looked around the room and was a little frightened at the fact that everyone was staring at her. She quickly took her seat and began to blush a little before looking down at the ground.

(Since no one has taken the Raging Man role, i will simply say that the Raging Man will come late, because i would hate to hold us up anymore. Continue to post as much as you want now,)

Vincent and Tony realized that they were the only ones left to introduce themselves after the other two had spoken. Vincent's eyes were still icily narrowed, and he would have just gotten up, introduced himself, and than left to take care of more important things - That is, had Tony not been sitting on his lap. Oh yes, times like this reminded The Perfectionist that he did in fact have a irritating, cancerous growth known as a younger twin brother. Vincent's pale silverblue gaze shifted up to Tony, eyes of the seem hue meeting each other in eye contact. They debated silently for a while who should introduce themselves first. Being identical twins, they had a tendency to be able to speak to each other without actually talking. Vincent scowled at his brother who just stuck out his tongue playfully, making Vincent growl in return. It was almost like watching two cats circle each other, both giving off signals with body language, but never actually meowing or hissing at one another. Finally, Vincent's gaze hardened into, possibly, one of the most stern, harsh glower that the people in the room had ever seen. Tony just shrugged, flippantly making a dismissive waving gesture.

"I'm Anthony Wraith Abbatoir," he said. "Though everyone calls me Tony, and i'm totally chill with that." The younger twin grinned in a friendly manner. "I'm not the one staying here, my brother is, but i'm gonna be dropping by quite a bit to make sure Vinny is taking care of himself and checking with everyone else to make sure serious shit isn't going down - You know?" The twin raised up his legs just a little bit to uncross them and than recross them, alternating which leg crossed over which one. "My favorite color is red, and i love rock music and video games, and i totally hate cleaning." he introduced himself fully. He than turned to Vincent. "Is that good enough for you, Vinny Vin-Vin d'Vin-Vin?" he chimed in a singsong tone. Vincent scowled. "You promised you wouldn't do that, Anthony." Tony grinned. "Well, i lied."

Vincent reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking, tone painfully flat - Not a single ounce of tone fluctuation in his perfectly deadpan, monotone voice. "My name is Vincent Phantasmagoria Abbatoir," he started. ",And I am rather fond of the color blue. I like cleanliness, music, order, and everything pleasing to the eyes and ears." Pale hued eyes narrowed. "I despise filth and error." he finished. "Also, i particularly despise music or poor quality - Not the genre, but the quality of sound it produces." Tony grinned. "Yep, that's about it." he chirped. "Vinny and I are identical twins," "Quite obviously," "Shut up, Vinny! Anyway- He's the stalwart, no-fun older one and i'm the awesome, super-fun young one." There was a moment where Vincent made eye contact with his twin; His gaze sharp as he bored into his younger brother's skull while the younger brother put his hands out in front of him in a gesture of 'backing off'.

Cin pushed her glasses further up on her nose she didn't know whether they were just bickering or whether they really didn't like each other. She shook it off and assumed it all to be playful banter between the brothers. "Oh my Dr Goodstep I thought there was going to be four of us if Tony isn't a part of our group then who is"; Then she quickly clamped her hand on her mouth, "Oh I'm sorry I shouldn't ask questions like that its very rude I guess we'll have to be patient and wait for them", she was blathering. She blushed bright red she often time would start talking just out of nervousness, she looked down at the floor, "Um may I be excused I'd like to uh.. finish organizing my room?", she asked politely but she didn't stick around to wait for an answer.

Cin quickly made her way out of the living area and to her room quickly running to her room and slamming the door shut behind her. She was grateful that each of the rooms had their own bathroom, and she had reached it just in time. Cin came out with and flopped down on the bed on her back, "I wish I didn't have to do that every time I get to nervous; I bet everyone thinks I'm a pain right now", she stood up and remade her bed. Cin then began to unpack and get everything the way she liked it, she sighed and the looked down at her watch. Then her stomach began to growl , "Man I'm hungry", she said as she stretched and as she stepped out into the hallway hoping no one was there. She didn't want to have to explain why she ran off so quickly.

Steven kept chicken-scratch notes on his yellow pad, unreadable to all but himself. He smiled as everyone introduced themselves, his scribbling coming to an end. He listed to Cin, raising an eyebrow as she left, quite aware of the issue at hand. He had read the reports, met with her grandmother. He went back to his pad, scribbling out a few more words.

As she came back, he answered her question. "Yes, Cin, there were four people signed up for this program. I do not know where our fourth is, but I am sure he will be here soon. I'm sure the Traffic Gods are mad at him, too." He gave a chuckle, then cleared his throat. "Now, I would like to thank you all for braving out these introduction. I understand that it might be difficult for some of you."

Giving a friendly smile, he continued. "I would like to explain how this program will work. I call it 'Unofficial Therapy'; for the next month, all of us will be living here in this apartment..." He motioned to Tony. "Well, except for you...unless you'd like to." He gave another chuckle. "Anyway, my theory is that by living together, we can all help each other through our problems. We will have a group session each day, and I will always be available for private sessions, which will certainly help--but then, coming from these sessions, you will have others who will understand what is going on and who can encourage you. Then, you will do the same for them." He smiled. It was a genius plan. There was only one issue. "This will take cooperation by all persons...if we are all to get better, we are all to help each other."

Explanations done, he moved onto the rules. "Now for some ground rules: Number One; I must know where you are at all times. You are not prisoners here--you are free to venture about, if you so wish. But you must alert me as to where you are going, and when you will be back. I will ask for your cell phone numbers later, if you indeed have one." He then motioned to the bar, then the kitchen. "Number Two; everything here--with the exception of your own personal space in your bedrooms--is shared. If there is something that is needed, or you would like, do not hesitate to ask. Number Three; I will always be available. If there is something wrong, do not hesitate to tell me."

He looked to the group. "Any questions?"

Zoie watched as Doctor Goodstep explained the rules. When he asked if there were any questions she quietly spoke up "Um Doctor Goodstep where is the dining area? and are there meals provided or do we provide our own?"

Dr. Goodstep smiled. "Yes, of course. Forgive me, I should have pointed that out earlier." He pointed to a doorway that lead into a dining area, with a kitchen connected to that. "There's the dining room, with the kitchen just through there as well. As for the subject of food...well, it's kind of both. Food will be provided, but what is provided is completely up to you. I will take a list every week to see if there is anything that is needed, at which time you may ask for a specific item, otherwise you may offer to get the groceries yourself and get you favored items. However, there may be times where you'll have to cook for youself, or at least vote for a resident cook...although I can make a mean grilled cheese sandwhich, I wouldn't suggest much else from me." He gave a laugh.

"Any other questions?"

Zoie smiled at the Doctor. "Well I attest to that fact, I call for a grilled cheese cook off." Zoie was shocked at her behavior. She never acted so forward with males but something about Doctor Goodstep made her feel comfortable. Maybe that was a good thing seeing as how he was going to be the person to cure her. Zoie slightly blushed as she studied the doctors face once again. 'He is a very good looking man.' Zoie noticed the others were still in the room. She quickly looked away. She didn't want anyone to judge her for starring at the Doctor.

Vincent and Tony listened as the Doctor spoke. Vincent was quiet the whole time, not really having an opinion forming in his head at all. Rules were rules, and they were to be obeyed. Only in emergencies should they be broken, and even than, such an act is shameful and unforgivable. Tony sighed as he listened to the rules. "'Scuse me Dock-y." Tony said, turning the first portion of 'Doctor' into sort of a nickname. "Anthony," Vincent said lowly, narrowing his eyes. The younger twin ignored the older as he spoke up again. "Vin-vin seems all good with it, but isn't it kind of over-controlling in a way? I mean, everyone having to tell ya where they're going and when and what they they'd get back? I mean, no way to Chillax it at all? Shit happens, ya know?" he asked, making a flippant, wave-like gesture. "No offense to your system or anything." "That is contradictory, brother." "Yeah, yeah." Tony muttered.

Vincent looked away, out the window. His silverblue eyes shined with an emotion that couldn't quite be named, but could be summed up in 'Wishing that he wasn't there and could simply jump out the window, land perfectly, and continue with life'. Tony spoke up again. "Oh, and Vin-vin has a job, so, will that mess with his job?" It seemed like Tony was speaking up and asking the questions that Vincent didn't want to vocalize himself. Vincent was rather worried about his job, he rather enjoyed working in the library amongst the shelves and shelves of books - Perfectly organized by him personally depending on the section of library: Library Code, Author, Title, Publishing Date. Working with books was Vincent's version of calming meditation, it was his personal zen.

Neither twin had any complaints about the food system, but Vincent spoke up. "These items that we specifically request, are we required to share them as well? One would expect that items which are specially requested by a certain individual will belong to only the individual who had requested them."

Steven rubbed his chin in thought. He didn't quite like his 'system' being undermined. But the man did give a good point. If he did not allow the patients the opportunity of freedom of where to relax, they wouldn't be able to relax, would they? He reluctantly thought of a middle ground. "That is a vaild point, Anthony. Very valid point. Very well...we shall alter the rules some, shall we? As long as someone knows where you're going, it will be fine." He gave a nod, quite satisfied that the new rule would be a middle ground to all. "For example, in terms of your work, Vincent, I presume you go at a schedule. So we will know where you are. The same will go to any others with jobs. As to when...'shit happens', I would personally prefer that I am alerted to it, but it will be understandable if the circumstances do not allow it."

He then graciously moved to the second question, professionally, but not rushed. "I will admit that I did not think about that, having individual requests be private...however, I personally do not see a problem with it, and will do so, if you so wish."

He turned to look to Zoie. He was pleasantly surprised at her outburst for a cook-off; it was a good sign, she was becoming more comfortable around him. While he was a bit shock at the speed of which this subtle change, he did not question it, either. If she could become comfortable to him, then they could work on become comfortable around others, starting with friends and moving onto strangers. "I accept your challenge, Zoie." He gave her a friendly--yet competitive--smile. "We shall see who is the best grilled-cheese-maker."

Tony smiled, laughing. "Alright then! Sounds like a plan!" he exclaimed. "Oh, and you don't have to call me Anthony, Doc. Just call me 'Tony', everyone else does. Well - Except for Vincent and sometimes our parents." the younger albino twin reached over and lightly ruffled the other twin's hair. Vincent's face immediately twisted in a scowl and he grabbed Tony's wrist tightly while he fixed his hair with the other, sweeping it back once more. For most people, swept back hair made them look somewhat unattractive and sleazy, while it seemed to just make Vincent seem more refined and regal. Tony laughed sheepishly at his brother. "Sorry?" he said when his hand started to change colors from having his circulation cut off by Vincent's vice grip. That very vice grip released just a moment later, making Tony exhale from relief. Vincent just nodded in the Doctor's general direction in response to him letting their requests be private.

Vincent watched at the Doctor turned to Zoie and accepted a cook-off. After a moment he rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Foolishness," he muttered, lowly. Tony looked down at Vincent before just sighing. Tony looked up to the Doctor and back to Vincent, getting off his older brother's lap. He offered the his brother a hand to help him up, which his brother accept, albeit the help was unneeded. Tony spoke up to the Doctor. "I'm gonna make Vinny to the quickshop on the corner to get some snacks, we'll be back in ten?" he offered, meaning ten minutes. The Perfectionist albino seemed to be in a worried, foul mood - And Tony knew exactly how to fix that: Sweet, cold snacks. Since Vincent was little, he had seemed to absolute love popsicles, ice cream, sherbert, ice cream sticks, and more or less every sweet, cold thing under the sun (ironically). Tony wondered if his brother even felt or know what brainfreeze was. As Vincent heard his brother say something about going to the quickshop to get snacks, he visibly seemed to relax and no longer seemed a hostile (Although Vincent was a pacifist).

Zoie watched the twins leave as they headed for the corner store. She smiled back at Doctor Goodstep as she headed for the kitchen. She looked in the cabinets and in the fridge. There wasn't much food anywhere. Zoie let out a sigh as her stomach growled. In the cabinet she found some pasta and tomato paste. "Well this will have to do." She started to boil water and put the noodles in. She then heated up the tomato sauce. She dug through the cabinets once more and found some spices. She then used them to add some flavor to the sauce. There was a half bottle of wine in the fridge. "No use on letting it go to waste." Zoie smiled to herself. Once her food was done she sat at one of the tables in the dining room and began to eat.

Steven watched as Zoie cooked with skill, not unaffected by the lack of food. He was impressed...in fact, he may not be able to obtain the title of the Best Grilled-Cheese Maker in the World for very long...oh, well, at least she was loosening up a little. It was better progress than he had ever imagined. He supposed that he should see how comfortable she was around him. Besides, he was hungry himself.

He got up from his seat, stopping in the kitchen to grab a plate of the spaghetti from the pot--of which there was more that enough to feed five people--and an empty wineglass. He smiled as he motioned to the seat across from her. "May I sit here?" He asked. He hoped she wouldn't ask about the half-empty bottle of wine...

Zoie jumped a little when Doctor Goodstep spoke. "Uh yeah be my guest." She smiled at him. "Sorry I wasn't sure who's food or wine this was, but sense you said everything was shared I just figured it would be alright."

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Steven smiled. "Yes, that is perfectly alright. It was the food I had bought." Sitting down, he gave a laugh. "To be honest, I completely forgot to buy more." He poured himself a glass of wine, taking a sip. He smiled at the taste...

Setting the glass down, he began to eat...and his taste buds were attacked by flavorful combinations of the greatest exponent. Everything was perfect about it--there was not a single flaw to the simple meal, nor did it taste anything simple. "Heavens," Steven half-joked, "And to think I'd never meet a person who could beat Mama's cookin'." He shook his head. "I'm a little afraid to follow through with this grilled-cheese competition now..."

Zoie giggled a bit at his comments. "Well I'm glad you like it Doctor Goodstep." She took a sip of her wine. "I have my cooking secrets. My brother always said I had the best cooking. Its always been my stress reliever." She stopped talking for a brief second. She looked down at her empty plate as she pushed it to the side. "Well I suppose we will have enough time to talk about me in our sessions, so what made you want to become a therapist?"

Steven had been drinking from his wine, jotting Zoie's reactions and explination in his mental notepad, when she asked him about why he wanted to become a therapist. He thought for a moment, setting down the glass, debating to give the "I like to help people" or not. He supposed that if he wanted her to trust him he would have to tell the truth...or, at least, part of it.

"Well, Zoie, when I was a young lad, I had issues as well...I had people who I thought were my friends, you see. We hung out, we talked, all the things a group of friends would do. But they were really just using me as if I were a game. They made fun of me, shoved me around, put me down..." He sighed. He had not discussed his past--even the very basics of it--for a very long time. "But I took it--it damaged me, hurt my self-esteem--but I still had friends." He picked up his glass. "Or so I thought." He took a swallow of the dark liquid, but continued to hold the glass in his hand.

"One day, they just dropped me. Ignored me. As if they had never knew me. This...took a change for the worst in my behavior." He was not about to tell her that he had become self-destructive, attempting suicide more times then he'd like to admit. There was more to wearing his suits that just looking good--he also did it so that his arms would be hidden, covering his scars. "It was then that I was taken to a therapist...Dr. Theodore DeVero. The best child therapist I have ever known." Steven began to smile, remembering the man. "He made me better, helped me through my issues. It was then that I decided that I would be a therapist myself. I just knew that it would be something that I loved to do, that I would make a future in...it was my dream." He gave a chuckle. "Y'know, now that I think of it, I haven't spoken to Teddy in a while. I must remember to call him."

Cin finally got the room the way she wanted it, and the her stomach began to protest her putting it to the back burner. She came back to the kitchen area where Zoie and Steven seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly. "Umm. excuse me, can I make myself a sandwich of something", she said not making eye contact with the both of them.

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Zoie's eyes started to sting as Steven spoke of his past. She had related to him so much. "Wow, that's amazing. Was it hard for you to take what caused you so much pain and broke you down and use it to make you such a strong person?" Zoie stared into his eyes waiting for his answer when she heard another voice. It was the girl who introduced herself as Cin. She was asking about a sandwich. "Well there is some spaghetti on the stove if you would like that instead."

The twins entered the living room again, closing the door loudly. The first sound was Anthony's laughter and some garbled speech, rendered unintelligible because of being mixed with his laughing. Anthony had a coffee in one hand and a hot dog in the other, both warm and already half gone. Vincent seemed calm, seeming to be in a state comparable to that of sedation. His eyes were half lidded, not glaring, just narrowed, unamused. In one hand was an iced tea - Snowy Moon Oolong - while the other hand held a Popsicle, bright blue and also half eaten. Anthony stumbled, nearly falling over, the force of kicking the door closed nearly knocking him over. "Man, Vinny! I've never seen you do that before!" he laughed. Vincent looked over, looking unamused. "What." he said, stopping and turning to his brother. "You should have seen your face when you saw all that ice cream! Holy shit, dude! You were like a fucking five year old!" the younger twin howled with laughter, although the older of the two didn't understand why it was so funny. Vincent shrugged, taking a moment to savour the flavor of the popsicle once more.

The twins--meaning Anthony-- chattered a bit more, Both twins finishing off their food and draining most of their drinks. Anthony grinned. "I'm gonna to test out your bed and see how comfy it is." he chimed. Vincent rolled his eyes. "You should have no need to nap in the middle of the day, Anthony." Anthony pouted. "Fine, i'll just 'read'." he said, slipping into the room and closing the door. Vincent nodded, the Popsicle having calmed and sedated him to the point where he just believed his brother. It would take much more to send him into a tizzy again. As he walked into the kitchen to find a proper cup to put his tea in, he stopped seeing them all. Spaghetti? At this time? It was barely five o'clock! He scowled at them, taking a sip of his tea. He passed them silently, opening various cupboards until he found a cup to pour his tea into

Steven smiled at Zoie's question. He was about to answer, too, when Cin came in, asking about food. He allowed Zoie to answer, relieving the pressure of his words seeming like law. He was about to speak once again, when there was a loud slam at the door. Oh, bother...

He sighed, waited a moment, then spoke. "Incredibly. As I first started through college, I felt like an outcast, going to extra classes rather than getting drunk on the weekends. My self-esteem, fragile as it was, was shattered." As he took a sip of his wine, he thought, I felt so much like an outcast I reverted back to cutting myself... As he set the glass down, he subconsciously scratched at his wrist--it was not enough to show any scars, and was more like one scratched a bug bite-- but nevertheless did it. "Teddy, once again, helped me through." Steven smiled, shaking his head. "The man's a genius--knew the right things to say, and the right things not to say. I coul very well be out of business if he hadn't retired."

He chuckled, eyeing Vincent for a moment, recording his observations in hi mental notepad. He then returned to the subject. "So, with a little help, I found myself out of my deep, dark hole and into the light...and I knew I could do the same for others. I was healed."

Steven took a drink of his wine, emptying the contents. Mostly. He poured a second glass.

Zoie sat quiet listening to Steven talk. She looked down at her wine glass noticing that it was empty. She poured herself another glass finishing off the bottle. "That's very touching Doctor." Zoie looked around, she saw Cin eating, and Tony and Vincent sitting at their own table. She looked back at Steven. "So what is there to do for fun around here?" She asked taking a large sip of her wine.

Steven blinked blankly for a moment, thinking. Fun? He sipped from his wine. "Well, I'm not entirely sure. I haven't lived in this city for all that long, and much of my time is consumed by work." He gave a chuckle. "Not that I'm complaining. I love what I do. I love to help others...though it seriously limits my time alone. I will admit that any hour that is not planned is usually spent to myself, pondering or reading, remembering or writing." He swirled the contents in his glass; this was very much true. With the little time alone he had, he spent reading, writing, remembering, brooding...

He shook his head with a smile. "I apologize if I'm not a big help. I do know that there is a lot to do in the Big Apple...as to what, I am unsure of."