[color=lightblue][h3][centre]Dr. Isaac Archer[/centre][/h3][/color]

[color=00a651]“Well, how do you like that? Hemingway enjoys a drink or two before noon, and he’s celebrated by millions. Reginald Wagner has a shot, and all he’s treated to is the disappointed scorn of his oldest and closest beloved colleague. I suppose the cat’s out of the bag, then. You’ve caught me at my worst, my friend. I suppose I must seem quite the cliche. Oh, what is it that Poe was oft to say about the monkey on his back? ‘I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and…"[/color] Reginald trailed off. 

Isaac stayed quiet as he watched the man, sometimes he was never quite sure what he was saying, there were a lot of quotes from books he'd never read and authors he had never heard of before. Isaac decided a while ago when they first met that he would rarely enter the mind of his friend unless he felt it was truly necessary. Right now, he seemed as if he would talk to there was no need for Isaac to use his power as he respected privacy...to some extent.

Isaac watched as Reginald got up from his seat and walked over to the window, the way he walked made Isaac think Reginald had only had the one drink, he hoped he had. After a moment of silence he spoke,[color=00a651]“She’s down there, is she not? Your granddaughter, I mean...?”[/color]Isaac paused, he knew Reginald was drifting away from the matter at hand but his granddaughter and the other children were the reason he had visited.[color=00a651]“Oh never mind. Where are my manners? By all means, Doctor, do come in. Might I offer you a drink?”[/color]

Isaac finally spoke, declining the offer. [color=lightblue]"No thank you, Sir,"[/color] Isaac spoke softly. He paused for a couple of seconds before returning to his original purpose,[color=lightblue]"She is, Aspen is her name. Injured slightly during the trip here but nothing Dorian couldn't fix. Handsome young man, that one, just like me in my youth"[/color], he chuckled. [Color=lightblue]I can see him charming the ladies, he even got my Aspen to let him attend to her injury and she's usually not good with strangers especially ones that look like...you know...lab coats...,"[/color] He trailed off unable to finish the sentence properly. [color=lightblue]"Anyway, the new kids are here, they've already had the [i]pleasure[/i] of meeting Miss Meredith, Dorian...and I believe the Vice Principle should be meeting them soon. I wondered whether you want to come down and introduce yourself, I haven't yet but I'm going to have to and of course Aspen has no clue I was going to be here and she's not seen me yet,"[/color] He babbled unsure what to say next, he waited with uncertainty for his reply.