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Sep. 3rd, 2013 03:15 amThe longer Alana remains in Darrow, the easier it becomes to believe that this is real, concrete, and that it will stay this way for some time. She tries to strike a balance between accepting her situation, adapting to it, and becoming too complacent in it. But if she's going to stay here, then she isn't going to let her days pass her by as she waits to get home either.
It doesn't take long for her to figure out what she needs to do here to get back to work. The office she rents isn't nearly as impressive as Hannibal's or anything like what she had back home, but it serves her purposes for the moment. She can think about getting something better once she's actually making an income the source of which she knows, rather than some bizarre, anonymous monthly deposit. Besides, without her work, she feels aimless, and it's unsettling. Perhaps down the line she'll offer her services as a consultant to the local police, but for the moment, the idea of going into private practice and leaving it at that is refreshing.
It isn't long either before she begins to find clients. Her next appointment is a little later in the day, a young girl she understands is an unusual case, though she has very little in the way of details. Stepping out into the small waiting room, she smiles. "Clementine? I'm Dr. Bloom. Come on in."
It doesn't take long for her to figure out what she needs to do here to get back to work. The office she rents isn't nearly as impressive as Hannibal's or anything like what she had back home, but it serves her purposes for the moment. She can think about getting something better once she's actually making an income the source of which she knows, rather than some bizarre, anonymous monthly deposit. Besides, without her work, she feels aimless, and it's unsettling. Perhaps down the line she'll offer her services as a consultant to the local police, but for the moment, the idea of going into private practice and leaving it at that is refreshing.
It isn't long either before she begins to find clients. Her next appointment is a little later in the day, a young girl she understands is an unusual case, though she has very little in the way of details. Stepping out into the small waiting room, she smiles. "Clementine? I'm Dr. Bloom. Come on in."