Doctor Harrison's Point Of View;

He stopped talking at that point and looked down at his feet. He didn't go into too much detail but I understood how he thought better. Sharing things with people isn't something he is used to doing so I dared not interrupt.

"I know it wasn't easy for you to tell me all of that. That takes a lot more strength than you realize right now." It was just as the doctors said the wounds from the accident were more extensive than he told his friends. He confirmed some self-neglect I heard from Mitchum.

I couldn't leave him like he was in that down state of mind of what he thinks are weaknesses on his part. It was time for me to show that he had played an important role in his friend's lives.

"You know when you made the effort to go out, you prevented something terrible from happening to Gail that same day," I said and he just shrugged his shoulders.

"A broken clock gets the time right twice a day but in the end don't you still have to throw it away? It was the least I could do," He added, looking at the wall as if he were talking to it instead. I knew he was referring to himself when he said that. I've seen hundreds of teens like him say something like that but it still breaks my heart every time.

"Not if it's a one-of-a-kind antique, we keep those and treat it with the utmost care. Only those who don't know the true value of it would throw it away. We're all one of a kind Presley and you're included in that." I said hoping it would at least ease some of the painful feelings that he wasn't saying.

"Well whatever I did, I think I broke Gail. I could have just asked her to come back into the cafe but I got so flustered on what to do." He muttered while shaking his head as if the memory itself hunted him. That reply caught me off-guard because he was expressing guilt. Did he remember what had happened correctly?

"Presley that wasn't you're fault, you saved her. That's why she's here today," I reasoned.

"Everyone keeps saying that, but I was there at the end of it. I didn't do it properly 'cause she broke down, like I have. I made it worse!" He said with his hands covering his ears and closed his eyes.

I came over closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He tense under my grip but at least I had his attention. I needed to calm him down. "That's not how Gail sees it, she doesn't blame you. Her feeling that way had nothing to do with the way you saved her. She was just glad that you did."

He relaxed a little but his head remained low and he said nothing in response. His naturally quiet behavior seemed to be kicking in to deal with it. I sat back down with my file and put back on my glasses.

"Gail told me her version of what happened. I think it would do some good to listen to it," I said, making him shift slightly before nodding.

Gail's Point Of View;

Homer and I had not long ago arrived at the cafe together. It was a cozy yet spacious place that blended the scents of different pastries and coffee that filled the air. It was a place that I didn't mind coming to over and over again because the relaxed and cool atmosphere. Four single chairs with the seatings all softly padded and surrounding each rounded-shaped table. Homer and I had chosen to sit in one of the booths that followed the same color design of the abstract cream and brown design that matched the side chairs. They were near the large glass wall-like window where we could see outside.

The view was of plants along with a few tables and chairs with the shed of the cafe providing covering. Too bad we couldn't see the sunset as we were near the business area district. Large skyscraper buildings followed on the other side of the road. I hope Presley will make it this time. This place would be perfect for him since he seems to be a very particular person and it isn't very crowded this evening.

Unlike our first visit here I wasn't as comfortable. Homer seems more interested in my classes and the schedule this time. This just proves that a student who goes to this university for foreign languages among mostly science pupils isn't the best idea. I don't want a lot of people to know but I don't want to be a liar either.

I constantly glanced at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Before Homer could ask me anything else, just like clockwork Presley walked in. Even though he opened the door I saw him remain there keeping the door open and a girl of small stature came in. She seemed to be visually impaired as she used a special cane and she had the most adorable dog on a leash.

Oh my, I knew Presley had problems finding his way around but I didn't know it was so bad. But I guess that's just how he is. It's nice to know that he didn't let pride stop him from accepting help. When she came in he let go of the door and I waved at him to see where we were sitting. That took Homer's attention away from me as looked in the direction of where I waved.

"Hey Amelia, since when did you start to accept help to go to places from the non-furry species?" Homer said as they were walking toward us. Presley now stood near the table and his eyes fell as he started to talk.

"Well actually-" But before he could finish Amelia cut him mid-sentence and addressed Homer.

"Actually, it's none of your business who I accept help from or not." I could tell she meant it in a joking way as she smiled at the ending.

But it still sounded serious enough to cut his inquiry. I wish I could be so bold, then I could settle a lot of misunderstandings with Alejandra. I speak the same language as her yet, we still can't come to any agreement.

"Alright, whatever you say," Homer said as he threw up his arms in defeat while chuckling almost as if he was surrendering.

"Have a seat by me, Amelia, a waitress should come by soon to take our orders. My name's Gail by the way," I said as I slid more towards the window to make room on the booth-like seating.

"Thanks, so you're who my roommate Mary was talking about when she came here with Homer last time," She replied as she seemed to follow the sound of my voice.

As I responded, Homer also made room for Presley to sit near him. Amelia and I continued talking as I asked her about her dog afterward. I learned his name and he was so friendly as he wagged his tail and jumped on her lap letting me pat his head. As I saw the waitress come closer I now became nervous about Amelia's dog in the cafe. Did they allow animals in here? If not, they might ask us to leave.

When she came by, she asked us if we were ready to order. Octo jumped down and went to the waitress's feet then sat down and looked up at her. The waitress seemed unphased by him and he remained quiet as she started speaking to ask for our orders. Maybe since it was a service dog there wouldn't be a fuss, especially if they were regulars here.

She even asked Amelia what she wanted to order for Octo today. So they were definitely regulars here. My nervousness about the situation disappeared as I looked through the menu they had written on the screen above their cashiers. Then a man in a suit came to our table and greeted us. If I remember correctly from the last time Homer, Mary and I were here he was the manager.

He made small talk with both Homer and Amelia and I think Octo even admired by him. I believe Mary was the reason how they were on such good terms with a cafe manager. I wasn't exactly sure how but since it meant our orders were on the house I wasn't complaining. After talking to them for a while he left.

"Ok guys, remember how I said that I wanted to talk to you all about something important?" Homer asked as we were awaiting our orders.

"Yeah, that's the main reason you wanted us to come here," Amelia answered in a tone that showed obviousness but he continued unwaveringly

"You guys know the old building on the side where all the dorms are that separates the sophomores from the juniors that no one is allowed in."

"Yeah, but I think it's under maintenance now. One of Presley's professors oversees it," I replied this time. I saw Presley glance at me as if that was news to him.

"Which Professor?" He asked.

"The one we saw the other night when we were walking back to our dorms the night we helped Homer," I answered, causing him to nod and look as if he was trying to fit in the new information.

As he returned quiet, Homer used that opportunity to speak again. "Right, that's Professor Hoyte, she's not pleased with the school board's idea at all."

"What's their idea?" Amelia tilted her head asking.