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To be completely honest, Isadora wasn't expecting any patients or visitors for quite some time. Perhaps she had just forgotten, or maybe she was procrastinating and pretending that she had nothing to do. It was hard to tell. In any case, she busied herself by playing video games.

In one of her larger cabinet drawers in her office was a television. It got no channels or stations, being a old clunker, but connected to it were a fine array of video game consoles, one of which was in use at that very moment. Colors flashed by on the old screen as a lengthy song played in the background and Isadora mashed her fingers on a controller shaped as a guitar, playing along to the music. Having been practicing this particular song for quite some time, Isadora had nearly gotten it perfect. Her attention was completely undivided.

Then came the knock. Unlike her new trainer, Iditarod was listening intently for the door, and from her sitting position on the floor, a large rumble came from her throat in an attempt to alert her human of the imminent approach. Isadora blinked, acknowledging the growl as something that must be attended to and pausing her game. She set down the guitar-shaped controller against the cabinet and walked over to the door, smoothing out her skirt as she did so. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Claire in front of her. Silently, she remembered that Claire was indeed supposed to come today. Right on the dot, too. She was punctual, to be sure.

"Ah... Claihre. Tha's right, you wehre comin' today. Pleahse..." Isadora stood aside and smiled, gesturing with her arm for Claire to enter her office. She would have to write a note to remind herself to save her game.

Isadora blinked, unsure as to what Claire meant by her question. From where she judged the other woman was looking, she concluded that she meant Iditarod, who had sat up straight, keeping one eye on the new human who had walked through the door. Isadora chuckled. "Yeah... She's m' nehwest fahmily membah. Got ahssign'd t' me a short while ahgo. Guess they thought tha' I wahsn't much good wit' just Bahsil." She shot a kind smile in her Meganium's direction [who was currently sleeping soundly in the corner of the office] and then addressed Iditarod, who was patiently awaiting orders. "S'okahy, Iditahrod. She's no trouhble." With that, the large Arcanine sat back on her haunches and rested her head on her large paws. Isadora turned back to Claire.

"Oh, dohn't 'pologihze. Ih'm here f'r you anytihme." Walking over to her desk, Isadora quickly wrote herself the previously stated reminder, then taped it to her computer screen. With that, she retrieved her clipboard filled with notes from hers and Claire's first discussion and sat on her couch. "Now... down to th' nitteh-gritteh stuhff. Y' wahnt t' talk t' me 'bout Luhcas? 'Ave y' learned anythin' new?"

While Iditarod did not really feel comfortable with this new human in the premises of her trainer, she could not help but swell a little from the "beautiful" comment, wagging her tail in her contentment.

Isadora stared in surprise. Well... That was... interesting. "Luhke's... gone? Completeleh? Noht a trahce?" She had never heard of anyone with DID just being rid of their alter egos in one fell swoop. As far as medicine was concerned, it seemed quite far-fetched. Even so, it made Isadora wonder what exactly that would entail for Lucas in the future. She spoke hesitantly.

"Wehll... I suhppose Luhke knew th' innah workings of 'is mind best... Pehrhaps he could tehll when Luhcas was readeh to start healin'? Tha's th' first pohssibiliteh tha' comes t' mind."

Isadora chewed on her bottom lip in thought. That sounded rather far-fetched to her ears, but perhaps it was not out of the realm of possibility. But could a separate personality in one person just dissolve into the backdrop with no therapy or medication beforehand? Then again, it seemed like Luke meant no harm to Lucas, but...

A thought suddenly came to Isadora, and she looked to Claire. "...Whaht reahction d' you thihnk Luhcas'll 'ave t' th' suhdden rush of mehmories? Based on whaht you know of Luhcas, I mean." Isadora folded her arms and sighed, her eyes gazing up at the ceiling above them.

"I juhst hope th' reahction isn't a violehnt one."

Isadora winced as she nodded slowly. Indeed, it was a very real possibility that they could not ignore under any circumstance, lest it become a reality. "...It is noht impohssible t' imahgine that being th' cahse f'r anyone in Luhcas's pohsition. We ahlso might wahnt t' keep an eye out f'r any... wehll..."

Isadora stopped herself, unsure how exactly to approach that particular little bump in the road that they might face. She opted for the subtly direct approach.

"Wehll... Luhcas is ahround guhns a lot, isn't he?" Isadora gave Claire a questioning look to go along with that statement. Hopefully, she got her point across.

"...Ah. I see. D'you knohw if he hahs any stohred away in his dohrm? Away frohm puhlic eye?"

Isadora frowned and adjusted her reading glasses. "I'm mereleh curiouhs, of couhrse, but it might 'elp t' know if he does hahve an... ahdverse reahction to any regaihned mehmories. Whihle tha' shouhld not be our firhst prioriteh... It shouhld be amohng th' higher ones."

Here, Isa smoothed out her skirt and scratched Iditarod's head. A distant look was in the doctor's eyes. "...Our firhst prioriteh is maihtainin' Luhcas's sahfety."

After a moment of spacing out and scratching the head of her large Arcanine, Isadora turned her full attention back to Claire. "Yehs, thaht's true...Wehll, if it is guarehnteed, then ahll we cahn do is wait and see how he cohpes with each mehmory to come, an' hope tha' we can stahll any bohmbs that might seht him off howevah long we cahn." The doctor propped her elbow on the arm of the couch, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. "I realleh dohn't see many othah options."

Isadora sighed wearily and closed her eyes. When she reopened them, they were looking to the side, over in Claire's general direction. "I suhppose I dohn't need to ahsk to know thaht you'll suhpport Luhcas when thaht bohmb of a mehmory reahrs its ugly head, mm?"