Jocelyn had a terrible day and didn’t even want to go home. For hours and hours, she spent driving in her car was sitting the music and high-volume trying to block out the outside noise that was bothering her. They were a few phone calls she purposely went to message. One was from Cherie he was apparently upset about her ditching her therapy session:

“Pick up the damn phone! Now! It’s Cherie! I heard from Dr. Zayne that you refused the therapy session. Do you want to get fired?! Call me!”

The other one was ever apparent to be Revan herself not trying to convince her to come back to her office but throwing her a lifeline if Jocelyn ever needs one:

“Hello, counselor, this is Dr. Zayne calling from my office. If you still want to continue with our therapy session, I will be here tonight.”

Uncharacteristically, Natalia called Jocelyn to check up on her:

“Yo, J.J., it’s Natty. Look, I’m sorry that you and I got into it at the hospital. Yet you have every right to be pissed off at Adrian of what she tried to do to you. But I had no part of it. I was at the hotel, but… We got into some crazy shit with some fox bitch, so I’ll shoot you a text later! Take care, I mean that!”

With many racing thoughts going through her mind, she wasn’t paying full attention. A convertible cuts Jocelyn off on the highway, almost hitting her. This scared her as she almost veered off the road hitting a guardrail. She recovered and started driving again. Her heart was pounding as she was sweating profusely, gnashing their teeth.

She had to calm down and took the next exit. A half a mile later, she stopped at a convenience store at the side of the road. Ironically enough, it was the same droptop convertible that almost hit her on the highway. To add insult to injury, that car parked in the handicap spot.

As she parked on the opposite side of the lot. She got a good look at the motorist. He was a male dressed in a black suit, Slim-Muscular build, with short black and red hair. Ironically enough, she got a good look at his eyes. His red and auburn eyes were slitted like a cat, and they glowed in the dark. Indeed, she saw this kind of eyes before. He was indeed a nephalem.

Right then and there, Jocelyn wanted to pop the trunk, take out her tire iron and bash him over the head with it. But she would not get that far as she only fantasized about it instead. However, she did reach a compromise.

Moments later, the same motorist will find his droptop convertible with all four of his tires slashed and his windshield and windows smashed in. However, the culprit was long gone as Jocelyn drove back to the city. She couldn’t go home after this. Jocelyn felt more and more out of control by the second. She didn’t want to do it, but Jocelyn had to.

Hours later, Revan was about to call it quits in her office as he was about to retire for tonight. But there was a sudden frantic knocking on the door, and she answered it. To the surprise, she knew it was Jocelyn. She opened the door to see her said patient, disheveled, and disoriented.

“I need to talk to you!” Jocelyn demanded as she barged her way in the apartment, circling around the room.

Revan close to the door behind her and immediately began her therapy session but Jocelyn, “I am glad you came here before you hurt anyone else--”

“You got me reassigned…” Jocelyn cuts her off.

“No, I didn’t. I only told your friend, Cherie,” Revan defended.

“Yeah, you did! I didn’t play doctor with you, and you got your little hatchlings to get me fired! Then, why am I out of a job!?” Jocelyn accused.

“Then, why do you tell me, your therapist,” Revan assured.

This got a defiant chuckle from Jocelyn, “You are not my therapist, you’re sick! You will take any kind of way to get back at me!”

“Well, before you start blaming everyone instead of yourself, I was stalling saying you’ve received a call from your boyfriend,” Revan reminded. “Jocelyn, despite the exchange earlier today, we’ve made progress… I still want you to try lucid dreaming therapy…”

“No, I don’t--”

“After what happened today, you don’t have anything to lose…” A familiar male voice chimed in as Jonathan, alongside Cherie, enters the room.

“JoJo, Cherie, what are you--?”

“Detective Peterson and Cherie Konana came here on their own recognizance. In fact, Detective Peterson was here all day after he left your office. Cherie came here shortly after… Both wanted to make sure you came here and nothing else…” Revan explained.

“Oh, there is more, doctor! They said you trashed your office with a baseball bat and flipped over your own desk, breaking it in pieces! The DA told me to say to you that you are suspended indefinitely! Whatever is bothering you, we need to get a grip on this now!” Jonathan confronts Jocelyn.

“JoJo…”

“If you don’t trust me, counselor, then trust your little friend. Cherie participated in lucid dreaming before,” Revan added.

“Yeah, that right! And I’m going to be here from start to finish when you through with it. So, no excuses, J.J.…” Cherie reassured.

She really didn’t have any excuses to say no this time. She was about to lose everything over a traffic violation. After everything she has built, she didn’t want it to crumble away into dust with her actions.

“Okay… what do we do?” Jocelyn relented.

“Follow me…” Revan beckons as they follow her outside the apartment.

The four of them went to the elevator, and Revan reached for her keys. It was an elevator key that she could gain access to the basement of the building.

The second later they arrived at the basement floor. As they all left the elevator cart, Jocelyn and Jonathan were very cautious about their surroundings as a huddled together. Unbeknownst to both of them, Cherie was very comfortable and didn’t bother the semi-lit floor.

“What about the neighbors in the building?” Jonathan wondered.

“What neighbors? No one lives here but me…” Revan answered nonchalantly. “When I was doing some freelance work in Detroit, I helped a realtor from an arsonist. He gifted me with this property before he retired six years later…”

“How sweet of him…” Jocelyn sarcastically said.

“Detroit… You mean Devil’s Night?” Jonathan followed up.

“I was there when they first started setting places on fire, darling… Before it glamourized as ‘the Devil’s Night,’ it was first an uprising for equality. There is one thing you need to know if you ever want to continue in law enforcement, Detective Peterson, is that chaos will always find a way to blend in any kind of pressing issue and deform it as its own entity,” Revan lectured.

Well, aren’t we dating ourselves… Jocelyn thought while following Revan to her makeshift workshop. There were some power tools, a desk, a couple of cars and television screens. They would have gone deeper into the basement they would’ve seen an operating table, which she doesn’t use anymore.

However, Revan stopped at a metal hot tub with an EKG heart monitor attached to it.

“What’s with the hot tub, Revan?” Jocelyn wondered.

“I used to use this all the time, dealing with injuries and such,” Revan answered.

“This thing looks like it came from the high school boys’ locker room…” Jocelyn complained.

It was better than nothing for Revan to perform a signature technique that only diaras know how to do correctly as she started to draw Jocelyn a bath.

Jocelyn wasn’t the only one with racing thoughts, Jonathan had a few racing thoughts of his own, “Do you want her to take her clothes off?”

Revan didn’t even want to be bothered with answering that pathetic question as she went to her refrigerator, “That is entirely up to her, darling. Although you are the only person here who already seen her naked…” Revan joked as she reached into the refrigerator and takes a bottle from the counter.

Flustered as ever, Jonathan tried to save face, “I meant—never mind!” Blushing like crazy, Jonathan looks away with Cherie giggling at his perverted fantasies.

Revan approached Jocelyn with a bottle, “Here, take this drink it all down.” She ordered.

Jocelyn winced and cringed at the brown liquid that was in the bottle, “What is that?!”

“Um, iced tea?” Cherie plainly answered.

Jocelyn scoffed at the idea, “I know what it is, Cherie, but what’s in it?!”

Revan sighs loudly, out of frustration, knowing that Jocelyn is just procrastinating yet again, “A signature blend of my own creation: Heimia Salicifolia, Calea Zacatechichi, and Nymphaea Caerulea.”

Jocelyn just looked at the bottle without taking it, “In English…”

“Nymphaea Caerulea is Blue Lotus will improve your quality of sleep and may intensify visual imagery. Calea Zacatechichi or the Mexican Dream Herd will enhance the visual imagery during your sleep. However, you may find yourself feeling a sense of well-being, light-headedness, and clarity the day after. Heimia Salicifolia, also known as the Sun Opener; intensifies prophetic visual imagery during sleep, Sun Opener causes a yellowing of the vision and altered acoustic perception,” Revan calmly explained.

“In short, this will help you sleep,” Cherie summarized.

Jocelyn finally takes the bottle from Revan and drink the iced tea in a few gulps. It tasted bland and a bit earthy. It could’ve used some sugar, in her opinion. Cracking her neck, Jocelyn takes her shoes off.

“So, is this holy water?” Jocelyn questioned.

“Such silly things, but water is one of four universal conduits, traveling to one state to another. Now, get in,” Revan ordered.

Jocelyn approaches the hot tub as she sticks her toes into the semi-warm water. She later enters the top and sits down. Then, Revan attaches heart monitors on her chest and turns on the machine. Rightfully so, her heart was beating very fast as she was utterly nervous about this experience she is about to have.

Feeling sleepy, Jocelyn was becoming drowsy, “All this for a good night's sleep?” She yawned loudly.

“Okay, I am going to help you lie down in the water. Whatever dream you will have, I will be watching through your eyes. However, I will intervene when it’s necessary and pull you back up?”

“Y-you can do that?” Jonathan wavers.

“Not all diaras can do this naturally. But with the right training and preparation, yes,” Cherie answered for Revan.

“You ready, counselor,” Revan asked Jocelyn, who was already sound asleep. “I guess so…” Revan lowers her in the water while she was sleeping. Whatever kind of dream Jocelyn will have will be entirely up to her. Whatever repressed memory Jocelyn will rediscover will be entirely up to her. Now, all Revan must do is spectate.