Valerie was arranging her table on the first day back to the asylum. When the door of her office is opened from the outside.

 "I hope I am not disturbing you doctor" Roman asked standing at the door frame, gone was the pale expressionless boy she tried months to get through, the one who looked like he carried the world on his shoulder instead at her door stood a boy of expression, his natural color coming back to him, his shoulders no longer dropped under the weight of injustice.