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It wasn't much in the woman's habitudes to take house calls like that, but having treated Mogan for years, Eva just couldn't sit back when the man was obviously going through a crisis. As far as she was aware, he would always ended up killing himself, and not necessarily on purpose, and she couldn't have that. Not because people it was her duty to make sure that nothing bad happened to people under her care, thought there was that too, but mainly because the man alone was worth a good 40% of her annual revenue and it was too much of a lost to stay at home and watch reruns of desperate housewives instead of coming out to the grocery store at the beginning of the night. If she didn't knew Morgan better, she would have thought he was trying to rob the store, but surely he was too afraid of [everything] to even attempt that... or maybe he wasn't. Maybe he had developed new pathology and new felt compelled to steal from his work place... now, wouldn't that be interesting? The odds were low, but... it would interesting. Oh, she would just have to see, now wouldn't she?

She arrived at the store and looked around for the man. Was she suppose to go in? Or was he waiting for her outside? Maybe at the back? She really had no idea.... And she didn't like not knowing. She would have to explain to him the need to be more precise when screaming for help. How was she suppose to give him a hand if she had no idea where exactly he was? At least it was her there and not that sheriff woman. She would have probably just shot everywhere hoping to kill whomever was attacking Morgan. Then again, she was less gun-friendly nowadays than back when Eva had arrived on the island.

"Mister Mawlowe?" she called, trying to find out just where the red head was hiding. Note to self: Put Morgan and Mei in the same room and lock them in it and observe them from behind a mirror-window. Oh, that would be a great experiment! She could publish her findings and everything! She would need to think about it.

Oh, of course it would be about that. How could she even had imagine that the man would be worried about something even slightly logical. It took all her will power to not sigh right there, but she knew better than doing that. Oh no, that would have ruins years of therapy, and as much as she loved the money that the man was bringing her, she hated failure even more. She would make sure to help him, no matter how delusional he was. She walked toward Morgan, all while keeping a safe distance from him, both to not scare him, and also to make sure he didn't attack her after a mental breakdown. In ways, he was like a wounded animal right now. Weak, but still very dangerous! Just look at those crazy eyes. Good thing he was cute tough, it made more people like him. People could be so shallow sometimes, but if it worked in his favour, good for him.

"Of course, Morgan. I will help you. But if you did commit one of those murders, I will not hide the truth and you will go to jail. Is that fine with you?" She really doubted that the man could ever kill a fly, but she still had to stay cool and professional. She would have to have Romane arrest him if he ever became a danger. That, and she also assumed that the man would prefer her doing that than hide it from him. There was also a little perverted part of her that wanted to tell Morgan that he had indeed comited one of these crimes, just so to see how he would react... She wouldn't do it. It would be so many kinds of unethical, but oh was it tempting. So, so tempting. Maybe one day, when she had enough of everything. "So which particular murder are you afraid of having comited, tonight?" There were so many....

Eva nodded after Morgan had agreed to be sent to jail, should he somehow ended up being the one who had committed all those murders. It was good to know that he would seek redemption. In a way, it showed progress in the man.... but also a step backward since it meant he did believe in the possibility of him being a murderer. She still wasn't quite sure how that incident back then could have led him to believe that he was possible of such things, but it wasn't he job to change the past. No, he job was to help him face the future! And if the future was a humid jail cell with a 400lb man named Big Bubba, then so be it.

She took the pile that Morgan was handing her and started immediately making the annotations that the man so wanted. She knew and understood that what he needed was to disprove that he was a murderer. He didn't feel innocent until proven guilty, but guilty until proven innocent. She started by disproving the easiest of them, mainly those that had happened at the same time he was doing therapy with her. Obviously, he could not be in two places at the same time. Afterward, she eliminated all of those who had happened during thunderstorms. They both knew that Morgan's pathetic level tripled during those and he would never be able to do anything half as efficient as a murder and get away with it during one of those. Then came the other obvious ones that had happened either in a forest or at night. If Morgan was able to commit a crime during night in a forest, she would actually call it progress! Bonus point if there was a thunderstorm. She kept going like that for pages after pages until there was only one left.

She looked at it closer, ready to make some annotation to prove that he wasn't a murderer, but then stopped herself. She reread the whole thing and stared at it puzzled. This... would be more complicated than expected. Any sane person would know that it couldn't have been them, but... she couldn't find any good reasons as to why it could not being Morgan. It had happened in a library, in the middle of a clear sunny day. There were no witness and a cigarette butt had been found at the scene (without DNA on it, strangely enough) and a mysterious fruit smell baffled the authorities. This was very troubling. She raised her eyes slowly from the paper and looked straight at Morgan. "Have you ever been to... Finland?" She asked him, suspiciously.

Eva opened her mouth in order to say something, but closed it immediately, realizing that... she had no idea what to reply to that! She always had something to say! Then again, this was the first time someone had seriously told her that they were able of teleportation... which would be a useful skill to have it if was actually possible. Then again, if it was possible anywhere in the world, it would be on this damn island. In fact... She was suddenly doubting herself! What if he was right? What if he could teleport somewhere and kill people due to a split personality? Eva was suddenly doubting herself. Everything she had ever believed in was becoming less clear. She didn't know anything anymore! No, woman! Calm yourself down! You're the only psychologist on the island and if you go insane there won't be anyone left to help you!

With her determination renewed, she gave Morgan a serious look. "I believe that the best way to know if you are able of teleportation during your sleep, would be to have someone watch you sleeping until another murder is committed! This is the only way to know for sure" Unless of course Morgan could enter other people's dream and kill them from there, but that was a horror movie Eva wasn't ready to be visiting yet. The sleep surveillance seemed to be the best idea for now. It was too bad they hadn't met at the clinic. She could have simply attacked him with a serynge full of drugs and knock him out right away... like she had down with the crazy man so many years ago. Ah, good times, good times. "Do you think you'll be able to go to sleep, Mister Marlowe?"

He wouldn't be able to sleep due to all the emotions. It was a bit disappointing and made things a bit more complicated, but it wasn't surprising at all. With everything the man was going through, it wa expected for him to feel riled up and everything. No, she had to come up with another plan, but what? she looked around the store, trying to have a sudden burst of ingeniously, something that would reveal all the mysteries of the universe to her, something help her put that man to sleep? Did they sell drugs here? No, probably not. All the medicine were sold at the clinic. She should know, she worked there! Even the more light ones, like turbojolts were being sold at the clinic and not at the general store. Perhaps there was something else that she could do? And then, she noticed something in the corner of her eyes and and idea came to her. It wan't the most ethical of the solutions, but like they loved to say on television, desperate times called for desperate measures!

"Mister Marlowe, I seem to have come with an idea... however, it might be a bit... How to say... hmm... A bit different. Yes. Tough not completely unheard off." She nodded twice, a bit to reassure herself, as well as Morgan. Hopefully, her feelings weren't showing too much. Especially since she was feeling a bit of excitement and euphoria at the thought of doing that. She had always wanted to do it, but never considered it seriously. Now was the time! "I might need you to sign some papers however. Simple papers. Only to give your consent on trying... alternative treatments." Papers that she mysteriously had with her inside her bag. Why did she carry them? The hell if she knew. On that island, you had to be prepared for every situations. She took them out as well as a pen and handed them to the man, hoping that he would sign them.

This was just fantastic! She had wanted to try that for so long... yet never had any good reason, or even the courage to do so, and now here they were! She was about to do it, with someone who had given her their consent! She would have been lying if she'd say that she didn't feel a bit of perverse excitement in knowing what was about to happen. She stood up from where she was sitting and aproched Morgan. "Actually... Yes. It might be for the better if you close your eyes." She kept on walking pass him, but was still talking, with a soft voice. "Imagine a library. Completely silent.... Filled with books. Take a deep breath. Try to relax a little... Yes, keep going like that." She picked the item she had noticed earlier and started walking back toward the man, in the same slow pace as before, keeping her voice soft and talking about various relaxing things, or rather, thing she knew that Morgan would find relaxing... there weren't many.

"All is well. All is normal. You feel at peace, at ease. All your worries are going away. Everything is calm. Everything is -" She suddenly stopped talking, in order to better swing the frying pan she had picked up with all the strength she could muster, slamming it right against Morgan's back of the head. Now, hopefully, she had swing it hard enough to knock him out. If not, it would just bring a very awkward moment. At least he had signed those papers. But if he was knocked out, then everyone would be happy and they would finally resolved the mystery of the murders! Or at least prove it wasn't him.

Sethrian was standing in a deserted isle at the general store, a grocery basket held on one arm. In the other hand, he was holding a box of Basmati rice, reading the information on the back. Frowning slightly as he tried to determine the actual quality of the rice, he shifted the box to his other hand and reached up to adjust his reading glasses. It did say it was a product of India, but that wasn't necessarily an indication of quality.

Then again, it wasn't like the store had a substantial amount of other options. He wondered if he should mail order quality ingredients and have them airdropped to his location or something. That might be more effective.

But he supposed he shouldn't complain since it had been his choice to come here in the first place--not that such a thing had ever stopped him from complaining in the past.

He glanced down at his basket contents, mentally checking off items. Leeks, carrots, eggplant, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, and a selection of spices, high quality cocoa, sugar. He dropped the box of rice in the basket and started toward the spice isle. Just a few more things and he could head home to cook. For himself. Alone.

As usual.