"Breathe in and out. In and out. Feel the air enter your body and fill your lungs. Let everything fade away around you and only listen to me," Teddy said calmly, easing Sylvester to a half awakened self. After several minutes, he asked, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes," came the feeble voice from Sylvester.
"What is your full name, Sylvester?" Teddy asked.
"Sylvester Crowley."
"Do you have a sibling, Sylvester?"
"An elder sister," Sylvester answered calmly, sinking further into the chair.
"Did you have a good childhood?" Teddy questioned, and Jane waited for the answer to be no.
"I had a wonderful childhood," Sylvester replied with contentment.
Jane wondered if it meant that there was no childhood trauma and if Teddy's diagnosis was wrong. But then Sylvester's features began to change, and the air was completely different from what she had witnessed previously.
