I’m still in shock: I spoke to the Counselor already two days ago, but my brain got stuck on that one thought, that one single image: James going back to the warehouse after the explosion, with a gun in his hand. Now everything has changed: not only he was there, not only he surely played a major role in the explosion, but he also got back inside with a gun in his hand.
Where does a good kid find a gun?
Who gave it to him?
Did he receive the gun from the same people who ordered him to go to the warehouse?
Who are these people?
How did they find him?
Did they know he was in a hypomaniac episode? Did they use him because of that?
Why did he listen to them?
Can his hypomaniac episode have been so intense to not only erase every memory of it from his mind, but also to completely change his behavior?
Was it able to turn him into a criminal?
So many questions.
Counselor Chambers will keep investigating. She doesn’t want to tell anything to James, yet: she wants to have clear clues and a decent theory about what happened, before confronting her client and telling him what he did.
In the meantime I’ll have to see him tomorrow: how can I be unbiased with him, now?
Too many questions.
To find some peace I think about Sylvia Fischer, and I see her in London: walking hand in hand along the Thames with her lover, Bob. I see her happy, laughing of joy and not of scorn, finally where she wanted to be, being the person she deserved to be. It calms me down. Sometimes I wish she had left a message to her family, to avoid all the fuzz about her disappearance, and her parents’ distress.
Hoping for less stressing times,
Dr. Alexander Williams