Thursday September 20, 2007

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I don’t even know where to start, so I’ll spit it out as it it is: there are microphones in my office. I suspected it, I even knew it by now, but how? How could The Organization hide microphones in my office? Did they come at night? Did they just break in?

I’ll admit it: I got completely panicked. I started to search for them yesterday night after the last patient, and when I found the first one I just stared at it for five minutes. It was conveniently hidden behind some books in my shelf; somehow they knew what books I use the least, and they picked those. Baffling. My brain was paralyzed, so I did the only thing I could think of: I called Counselor Chambers. I was hoping she could plainly tell me what to do, and she did: “I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes”, even better than what I expected.

She helped me looking for more microphones and we found them in the phone, on a picture frame, even hidden in the armchair in the waiting room. She took a good look at all of them, making sure not to touch them not to cancel any eventual fingerprint (she’s smart!). “They’re microphones”, she confirmed, “What the hell do we do now?!” I cried. “Don’t freak out”, she suggested, “Too late!” I screamed back at her. “I have a few friends at the NYPD, and a couple of them owe me a favor. I’ll ask them to come in tomorrow night, after your last patient, to remove the microphones and start analyzing them”, she decided, and I sighed with relief.

Maybe tomorrow will bring some answers, after all these questions.
Dr. Alexander Williams