<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg), Dining Hall</strong><br/><br/>Cynthia listened with a frown, nodding softly as she listened.  "Oh..."  She'd heard a story about amnesia back in college, how a friend's mom had just degenerated over time from everyday forgetfulness that everyone seemed to have, and ended up forgetting her own name or how to take care of herself.  They'd said that if it had been caught just a few years earlier, the medication could have handled it.  Cynthia couldn't help but be frightened at the prospect, wanting to do everything she could to make sure that it didn't happen to her.<br/><br/>"We can start now," she said, collecting her tray to bring to the trash and clean up after herself.  She absolutely wanted to make sure that she could do whatever she could to make sure everything was alright with her.  "Whatever you feel is best.  Please lead the way."  Somehow it made her feel better that a professional was there to watch over her and make sure she would be well taken care of, even if she couldn't help but still be a little fearful.