mistermatty started following you
Conflicted emotions came with Chameleon Arches. Confusion, flashes of memories that you swore weren't yours - sometimes, you thought you were mad. "Keep an eye on me," the Doctor had said, eyes averted. "Please." And so the Master had.
The vacant office had been rented; doctorates and certificates had been falsified. A shiny plaque underneath a "Psychiatry" sign read "Dr. Alastair Brent, MB BS, CCT", and inside sat one of any number of young women the Master had acquainted himself with, acting as a secretary. All would-be clients were told Dr. Brent was not accepting new patients until finally the expected gentleman walked in.
A quick call was made, and he was informed that Dr. Brent "happened" to have had a "cancellation" and was free at the moment, to just head on back.
There sat the Master, perusing a book on psychology with his feet up on his desk, leaning back casually in his chair.
"Mr. Smith, was it?" he asked without looking up at first, then closing the book and standing, crossing the room to shake the young man's hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. Alastair Bremt. Call me whatever you feel most comfortable with - Alastair, Dr. Alastair, Dr. Brent - doesn't really matter to me. Have a seat."
