Today was the first day of a new week, which meant another session with the mindhealer, which meant it was time to talk to Jessan again. Jessan. Honestly, if you'd asked Arkady beforehand if he would ever enjoy sessions with a mindhealer, he would have assumed the most fun he could have would be making one cry. But she was a puzzle to be solved, one he had to tackle with his hands literally and figuratively cuffed. (Not literal on the tackling, though. He kept his distance. Arkady was a gentleman.)

But it was fun. He liked bouncing words off someone who actually appreciated hearing them. Most of his fellows in the Dangerous block were either entirely too creepy to have a conversation with, or else they weren't much interested in him and wanted him to shut up as quickly as possible. Neither was conducive to stimulating verbal intercourse.

...Hah. He was going to have to remember that one. That was a good one.

"Good morning," he sang out as he stepped in through the door and settled down into the good old uncomfortable chair. "This is a bit of a change, I get to see you first instead of last for once- you're not Jessan."

The mindhealer sitting there was not Jessan. There were not enough boobs. Not nearly enough. Also everything else was wrong.

"...the ********?"