Chapter 43: The Search for the Guide, III
The clinic was quiet. Cleaner than I remembered.
Helene led us down a narrow hall and into a room near the back. No windows. Just a lamp hanging low from the ceiling and a pair of mismatched chairs set opposite a long couch. The walls were lined with books—psychology, physiology, dream studies, and a few in languages I didn't recognize. A kettle set warming near a small stove.
"Please," she said, gesturing to the seats. "You're not patients, I won't insult you by treating this like a session."
Clara and Konrad sat. I stayed standing.
Helene didn't seem surprised.
"I remember you," she said, looking at me. "But you're... different."
"I remember more now," I said.
She studied me for a moment, then turned to the others. "So. You're not here for yourselves, but for someone else."
Clara nodded. "We're looking for someone. We don't know who. Only that he's... like us."
"Experiencing things others don't," I added.
Helene folded her hands in her lap. "And you believe this person would have found their way to me."