"Lunch is served," Bao called.

Grabbing a robe after I dried off, I headed back to the dining room where another crazy spread of food awaited me.

Bao said, "Your next appointment is at one."

I looked at the clock it was just after twelve.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"A meeting with Dr. Washington."

"And he is?"

"Your emotional consultant," Bao answered.

"What does that mean?" I asked, confused by her answer.

"It is best if you find out for yourself," she answered.

I ate lunch, got dressed and as expected Bao arrived to take me to my appointment.

I was led into another surreal room with...