The local clinic was small, but like almost every healthcare-related place it still had some elderly hanging out around there even without a reason for the appointment.
Zoemi's father went to speak with the person behind the counter and the boy and his mother sat on the bench by the window.
"We're third."
The honey-blond-haired man came back and sat beside his family before sighing.
"Umm... mom, dad... what about work...?"
Zoemi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall next to the counter and looked at his parents.
He certainly didn't want them to realize that he had no idea what they do for a living but hoped to gain some clarity after hearing their explanation.
If what he remembered was only a dream then maybe a healthy dose of reality would stir up his brain to kick in the right gear.
"Don't worry, I already called the office, if you are fine then I will simply show up late, Yamada said she will cover up for me."
