One week later:<br/><br/>"So Mr. Myers - you just told me that you can´t pay for the treatment?" Mirelle looked severely at him. He stood in front of her desk, nervously kneading his few belongings. "Any ideas how to get out of this?" She would open her own little clinic soon and he would make such a nice assistant, but of course she was far from telling him that. Curiously she awaited his answer.