“So how have you been?” says Robin sitting with a high bun, glasses, and a white doctor's coat. A man with a blacked-out face is sitting across from her with his feet crossed holding a glass of water. The middle-aged man with no face stares blankly for a split second then looks back at the floor gripping the cup so hard his knuckles turn white. “I don't know” he responds loudly and firmly. “ I do not need to be here” Robbin stares without moving her expression from compassionate to firm and serious, because she will get answers from him no matter what it takes.