Lina and Shen were on time at Dr. Hayama's office.
The receptionist sat at the table in the waiting room, glancing up at the couple every now and then. Neither Shen nor Lina could read his face. However, something about this man seemed eerily familiar to Shen.
Somehow he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was as if from an old dream that made no sense in the real world.
The sensation he experienced when he saw this man was also familiar. But Shen's head was too clouded with worries for Lina to be able to ponder too hard.
The assistant picked up the intercom and spoke into it.
"Yes, doctor, your six o'clock appointment is here."
Lina and Shen made their way to the door hand in hand. But the receptionist suddenly stood up and blocked the couple.
"Only the patient is allowed in Mr. Moshi, it is policy" he said quietly and politely, his face still unchanging.