Aislinn breathed a sigh of relief at the woman's warm understanding and nodded at her instruction. This place seemed to operate on the basis of treating its patients like functioning normals. They had given her own room, key , had expected her to bring herself to her appointment and she was also welcome to enter the office beneath her own will rather than being hauled around in jackets and chairs. It was a far cry from what she had come to expect, or what she had come to fear.<br/><br/>She was moving rather hesitantly toward the open door when the woman told her she would be at the desk. Somehow it reassured her, reminding her of her mother and her constant assurance that she would be "just down the hall" or  "out in the garden."<br/><br/>"Thank you..." Aislinn said softly to her as she passed by and into the office. She closed the door quietly as she entered and took great pains to look around the room before she so much as glanced at the good Doctor. The expected large desk, filing cabinets caught her eye first though she was careful to just look at the Doctor's shoes as he passed. Oxfords, comfortable but sleek. Her own father had favored them.<br/><br/>"I spent it sleeping so I cannot rightfully tell you," she said, glancing back toward the office door. She hated talking to doctors. They always insisted she was loony and prescribed her things that made her feel awful but didn't change her reality in the slightest. Not to mention the other "treatments" they were oh so fond of.<br/><br/>Fidgeting, unable to shake the feeling that something was off, Aislinn moved over to the set of comfortable looking armchairs and perched on the edge of one, hands folded in her lap. She let her jade eyes wander up this man, sizing him up without any attempt to conceal it. When her gaze reached his face a little tension left her shoulders. Beautiful hazel eyes met her own, a smile that invited one in on his lips. The Doctor, while older, was a kindly looking man. But the longer she looked at him, the more perfect this image became. Oddly a strange scent hit her then, something that reminded her of buttercream with an undernote of crisp, sweet apples from the orchard. An odd shimmer clouded her vision around his edges, causing her to tilt her head , brow knitting with a small frown on her lips. An icy chill danced up her spine, the hair on her arms pricking on end. Slowly, she turned her face away, as though she was glancing out of the window. But out of the corner of her eye, his image shuddered and snapped into place. Whipping her head back around she found herself staring at the blissed-out grin of something she had never seen before. A monster but it mesmerized her just as strongly as it terrified her. Her hands convulsed in her lap, clenching down so tight her nails began to draw blood from her palms. She rose quickly, shoving the chair back and backed away towards the door.<br/><br/>"Ah...I can't...do this...." she stuttered, she turned slowly, loath to turn her back to him as she moved to leave the room.<i> Don't run, Don't run, Don't run. </i>She chanted to herself as her ever-present invisible friends laughed in her head.<i>Everywhere, they are everywhere and they are going to eat you up. Run little girl run. </i>