Melody nods slowly as he begins talking again, assuming he was getting himself back on track. She busies herself with lighting meanwhile, shaking out the match before she propped her elbows on the desk, slipping another countless cigarette between her lips.

But when he starts again, she quickly looks over, confused, before her eyes roll and she realises its happened again.

Pushing away from her desk, she sinks back in her seat, folding one arm and giving him a levelled look. “Doctor, you’ve been in my office for the past hour, and getting nowhere fast,” she tells him, pointing at him with her smoking cigarette.

“And now you’re telling me you’ve suddenly forgotten all of that?” she asks, waving that hand aside, wanting an explanation.