He hurried out of the room but Jace caught up with him. "Hey, Troy I'm headed for the lounge. Want to play a round of checkers or chess?"
"Um…no. I don't have patience to sit in one spot. I need to make a phone call."
"Ok." Jace tried to hide his disappointment. He went in search of Magnus who had ducked out and gone in a different direction.
"Troy!" Harold called him and he hid a groan and headed towards the big man. "Great session. Look, Dr. Barren and I were talking about you and we'd like to get you in to see a neurologist. How about tomorrow morning?"
His eyes brightened. "Really?"
"Clearly, you aren't exhibiting symptoms of being bipolar."
"Clearly?"
"Well we talked to your Mom and Dad; who haven't really been around you in years. But…" he consulted his clipboa
