slowly he walks in. hesitant in every sense of the word as he looks around. he can sense the others, they’re like him, so much like him. he doesn’t like the feeling. He’s special, his mom says he’s supposed to be special. he’s led to a room and there’s the doctor. the doctor looks familiar but not entirely. he’s seen him n his dreams perhaps, sometimes he hast hose of things that haven’t happened yet.
“ I’m Gabriel. “ he says, small voice, uncertain as his eyes lower beneath their lenses. He doesn’t want to look at the doctor, he probably knows the things he’s done, how he gets out of control. “ do I have to sit down? “ because he doesn’t like the feeling of being the only one standing.