Dr. Jay Branson
Journal Entry
At approximately 0900 hours, Mrs. Grace Solomon arrived for her session. She appeared calm and content, not exactly excitable, but like she had turned a corner. I am pleased to see the treatments are working. “Grace, there has been a recent development I think we should talk about.”
“The children? They’ve found them?”
She looked so hopeful; it was almost impossible to have to let her down. “No, I’m sorry. It’s not that.”
“Then what? Charles?”
I shook my head. “Not exactly.”
“Okay?” She sighed. “What, then?”
“The maps you told me about. It makes more sense now.”
She folded her hands across her chest indignantly.
“Do you watch the television, Grace? In the common area?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Then you wouldn’t know. We’re experiencing a great crisi
