He opened his briefcase to look through the journals. He started to read through them. He could recognize his brother’s handwriting on some of them but not all of them.

“Could it be. It can’t be! I must be spending too much time with my work that I’m seeing my own memories are getting mixed in.”

He turned on the light to his lab room with the next patient. He was a ten year old boy named Bradley that had been in a coma for a few months now. His parents come to visit him on occasion, escorted by the police.  But other than that the boy’s visitor’s are non-existent.

The doctor suits up and lays down and falls asleep……

“C’mon in, you don’t have to stand there in the rain.” The woman greeted to him.

“Wait, what rain?”

It felt like it had been pouring but when did it start or stop for that matter. He walked in and the woman disappeared.

He turned to walk into the livingroom and there she sat in the rocking chair in a different outfit knitting a blanket. She looked up at him.

“Well, are you gonna sit down or are you gonna stand there the whole time?”

The doctor sat down. He looked down at the carpet. He noticed everything matched, everything had it’s own place. When he looked up, she was gone.

“What the hell? Where did she go now?! What the hell is going on in this house?!”

He lifted his nose up in the air. He could smell food cooking. He walked down the hallway to see what was going on in the kitchen and there she stood again in a different outfit but this time she was a little older. She looked worried but he couldn’t figure out why. A man walked in, the feeling in the house changed. The pictures in the house began only playing memories of the Father and the Boy. None of them seem like they were good memories.