Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes and before you know it ill be back in my comfortable warm bed. Every single second of the hour is a drag, as if time had a vendetta against me and these sessions. My eyes hover back and forth between the other time victims in the room. Mid-sixties..okay..late-forties..still okay...looks like ninety maybe...already one foot resting in a coffin, so fine..a little girl not more then ten... Huh? Wait! What? No....
"Isaac Lopez?"
"Hmmm, yes?"
"You are all done for today. See you next week for your next session of chemotherapy."