Jocelyn took her time to get ready for her doctor’s appointment. The calling card that Cherie gave to her didn’t really have a name, but it did have an address that belonged to a residential apartment. It was only two stories in which the building itself was relatively new and had modest standards.

She didn’t want to be discovered or found out by the press or by the public. So, she humorously dressed herself down in jeans and a sweatshirt with sneakers. She even wore a baseball cap and dark sunglasses. As she arrived at the apartment complex, she buzzed herself in and made her way to the second floor of the building.

To the right, she went down the hallway and made her way to the last door on the left. Jocelyn took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times. The door miraculously opened itself as she went in and closed the door behind her.

It indeed looks like a regular apartment with furniture set and a coffee table. The apartment was indeed well furnished. It even had a flat-screen television.

Gingerly, Jocelyn strolled around the apartment, being ever so cautious of her surroundings, “Hello? I anyone here?”

“You’re late, darling…” A low, sophisticated female voice called out behind her. Her voice was very distinctive and familiar as Jocelyn recognized the British accent.

Jocelyn turned around to see a tall female with long, shaggy-layered, black hair, and golden eyes. Her button-down shirt and her pencil short skirt with black stockings complemented her busty hourglass frame. The young woman also took care of herself, having an athletic body and clear skin.

This discovery made Jocelyn angry and disgusted as she took her sunglasses in shock, “You have got to be shitting me…”

The female doctor walked towards Jocelyn, and she swayed her hips, “I wish that were the case, but no. Your friend Cherie told me about your little outbursts--”

‘I am glad you want to help me, but no. I’ll just see a shrink,” Jocelyn declined.

However, the female doctor was in no mood to play Jocelyn’s games, “I called your boss this morning, and he expects me to give full psych report on your desk this afternoon.”

“This is payback, isn’t it, Revan?” Jocelyn accused.

The female doctor who was identified as Revan rolled her eyes and discontent, “Yes, I volunteered to improve your mental health so in return I can malign you on Reddit… Wake up, darling. If I wanted ‘payback,’ I would have gotten it,” she sarcastically stated.

The female doctor’s full name was Revan Zayne, who just so happened to be Lady Memento. When she was her youngest son’s age, she took on the mantle as one of ‘God’s reminders’ to the world and to uphold the balance. In every generation, there is always a memento and always have been a Diara who carried that mantle.

Revan had her fair share of enemies and skeptics over the years. However, that all changed, five years ago, when she was indicted for vigilantism and attempted murder. Those trumped-up charges prevented her from being in London and stopping a global threat from happening.

Even though she was ousted by the public as Lady Memento, she received universal praise from everyone. Oddly enough, none of her enemies came forth to seek vengeance on her and has been the go-to person when it comes to solving the world’s problems.

Yet, she will always have her skeptics and enemies. One of them, of course, this a person who had her arrested and ousted by the public, and that was the assistant district attorney Jocelyn Shane, “Obviously…” She agreed.

Revan nodded, “I will be using my old office here to conduct my therapy sessions with you…” Revan announced as she walked over to one of the vacant chairs and sat down.

“Your former secret hideout?” Jocelyn joked.

“Have a seat,” Revan beckoned as Jocelyn strolled over to the chair across from Revan and sat down.

Revan sat back in her seat; she crossed her legs while she turned on her iPad, “I am going to ask some preliminary questions before we begin the therapy session. What is your full name?”

The counselor stared daggers through the voluptuous MILF as she wanted to bolt through the door and never come back. But, she decided to play along for now, “Jocelyn Shane.”

“Your government name, before you served in the Marines,” Revan emphasized.

Jocelyn, however, just shook her head and discontent, “Joy Barnhart Weinstock.”

Revan pause for a moment, take some notes, and then continued, “Age?”

“I’m 32,” Jocelyn answered.

“Where do you live?” Revan followed up.

“In the city,” Jocelyn answered vaguely.

Revan looked up as she probed Jocelyn, “Where in the city, darling?”

“400 Park Avenue South,” Jocelyn answered.

Revan paid attention to her screen as she took more notes while continuing, “Where were you born?”

“I feel you are phishing information you already know,” Jocelyn accused.

“What makes you think that?” Revan question, while still looking at her screen.

Jocelyn had already known Revan was making her angry, but she wasn’t going to give in to the satisfaction, “Just speaking out loud?”

“So, where were you born?” Revan pushed forward.

“Orange County, California,” Jocelyn reluctantly answered.

“Grade school? High School?”

Coming to this realization that the woman across the room is the same woman who is able and willing to interrogate the most hardened criminals and psychopaths are acting so coy, open, and indirect, “I thought you’ve already known this by now. You know, being who you are and all?”

Hearing the statement made Revan look at Jocelyn face-to-face, “Maybe I want to hear it from you…” The doctor stated with a smile.

This sends chills down Jocelyn’s spine as at that moment she felt in fear for her life, “We… moved around a lot… If my memory serves correctly, I attended in Riverdale-- Listen, I am doing this against my own will…” Jocelyn dancing around the issue.

Revan nodded her head in agreement, “Interesting… You joined the military right out of school?”

“Yes, at 17,” Jocelyn answered vaguely again.

Revan was amazed by this revelation, even the deep down she already had known about Shane’s military record but acted like she didn’t know, “Very young, how come?”

“I wanted to see the world. Small town, everyone knows you, date, and have kids with your high school sweetheart and work in a supermarket… That wasn’t for me,” Jocelyn blew off.

Revan set her iPad beside her and began to talk to Jocelyn face-to-face, “You didn’t want that?”

“No, why wouldn’t I, Revan?” Jocelyn avoided the issue.

“Strangely, people do such things to escape,” Revan analyzed as Jocelyn shook her head in defiance.

“Well, not me… I wanted more out of life…”

“You wanted to be important and not just another beautiful girl from Orange County?” Revan directed.

Taken aback by this question, Jocelyn just scoffed at the doctor, “I guess you can relate to that. You were hotter than beans on toast in your prime. I bet you were a frequent ‘reminder’ on page three of The Sun Tabloid regularly,” she insulted.

Unfazed by this, Revan changed the subject, “Are you religious, counselor?”

“No,” her patient flatly denied.

“Could you give a reason why may I ask?” Revan probed, while Jocelyn threw her hands up in frustration.

“Because who I am talking to is living proof that whatever we feared and prayed about was a lie!”

“Religion was never based on truth, but virtues and experiences that we can all relate to,” Revan lectured.

“Demons saying a Hail Mary?” Jocelyn insulted while she scoffed.

“Nephalems, Jocelyn. Not Demons.” Revan corrected. “And you’d be surprised in many nephalems turn to faith and religion for guidance. There was a man who had lost his wife… He was angry at the world because of it… His wife was a spiritual woman and made him see the world differently,” Revan explained.

“Whatever…” Jocelyn blew off while looking away.

Known she was kind of off-topic, Revan focused on what was important, “during your time in the military, Jocelyn, what was your combat record?”

“My record?”

“Yes, your record?” Revan empathized.

“You already know what kind of record I had, remember?” Jocelyn avoided.

Revan lets out a deep sigh as she asked an obvious question, “what made you like this? What made you into this cynical, hateful bigot?”

Feeling that Revan gave up on the full charade, Jocelyn decided to lay in on the good doctor and her hypocritical bullshit, “you want me to cry about what happened in London, is that it? You want me to admit that I fucked up so you and I can have some well-deserved closure? Well, that is not going to happen! In this world, nobody cares about you!”

Revan stood silent, not even showing any kind of expression.

Meanwhile, Jocelyn continues to rant and rave, “and yeah, you did look thick and fit in that formfitting bodysuit for yours, which is one of the reasons Capt. Crunch over at the Daemonic Intelligence Unit hates my guts because you don’t get to wear it around him anymore. I mean, you do wear it when Rigby is around. But I don’t think they allow bodysuits in Abu Dhabi,” Jocelyn scoffed at the idea.

If it were anybody else, even if that person were a doctor or not, they would have gone up to Jocelyn and smacked her in the face. But Revan didn’t. Still, she stood silent, not even showing any kind of expression.

Seeing this herself, intimidated Jocelyn as she looked away in fear, “Stop it…”

“Just waiting for you to get it out of your system. It’s your life that is falling apart, not mine…” Revan stating the obvious.

Wiping the tears away from her face, Jocelyn made a blanket statement of her own, “Well, you people always stick together…”

“You keep saying that…” Revan throwing shade. “You don’t think they’re many species in this world who are more civilized and forward-thinking than humans? What you have dealt with or exposed to be the glaring minority of what was the worst in every species, and we diaras have those. But what separates humans and every other species on this planet is not that we stick together, but our determination to understand one another to help move progress forward. Not taking any kind of steps back, being realistic about one’s goals, and come to viable solutions,” Revan lectured.

Gaining some of her courage back, Jocelyn looked at Revan eye to eye.

“When you create lies and generate fear, which is not forward progress, that’s backward thinking…” Revan concluded.

“You know, this… this was a mistake…” Jocelyn puts back on her sunglasses and her baseball cap as she gets up from the couch.

“Don’t run away after everything we’ve gone through!” Revan urged.

“No, I’m done! The DA, the commissioner, all of them want me out, and they send you…” Jocelyn accused while straining out her sweatshirt.

“I don’t understand--”

“We’re done, Revan. You won. You finally got what you wanted. I am a loser…”

“SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!” Revan demanded as this stopped Jocelyn from leaving. Petrified by her stern voice, she instinctively turned around to see the scowling face of Revan.

“Sit!” Revan beckoned as Jocelyn went back to her couch and sat back down.

Seething her frustrations, Revan took a deep breath and gave her assessment, “It’s obvious you don’t trust me or anyone. I am even afraid to ask you about participating in something more… effective.”

Jocelyn didn’t even look at her as she stared at the floor.

“It’s another form of therapy: Lucid Dreaming…” Revan suggested.

Jocelyn shook her head, “I don’t know what that is…”

“A lucid dream is a dream during which the dreamer is aware that they are dreaming. During lucid dreaming, the dreamer may be able to have some control over the dream characters, narrative, and environment,” Revan explained.

“I heard about those. I heard you can die in those dreams…” Jocelyn mumbled.

“No, it’s a myth. You simply wake up when you ‘die’ in a dream, and that's usually because they've been murdered or have died in some adrenaline-surging dream scenario,” Revan debunked. “Yes, you can feel pain in a lucid dream - but usually only if your awareness is specifically tuned into that sensation. I can only remember a few times when I've actually felt real pain during lucid dreaming.”

“I don’t know…” Jocelyn wavered.

Revan tried her best to convince her patient, “Jocelyn, lucidity in dreams does not make us enlightened by default either. Lucidity is not good or bad, healthy or unhealthy: it's a natural product of arousal during sleep and other states of consciousness. Primarily, lucid dreams are treated to deal with night terrors and past trauma.”

“That sounds like a good old time… Hard pass…” Mustering up some more courage, Jocelyn rose from the couch again and headed to the door.

Knowing she cannot stop her patient the second time from leaving, she laid out the invitation for her to return, “I’ll be here if you change your mind…”

“Trust me, you probably have a better chance coming out of retirement and a dynamic duo with your son…” Jocelyn insulted while opening the door.

“That would be fun, counselor…” Revan agreed while Jocelyn slammed the door shut, leaving the room. She uncrossed her legs and cross from the couch as she walked towards the kitchen.

“OKAY, DARLING, HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THE BATHROOM, EAVESDROPPING LIKE A FLY?” Revan called out.

Immediately, a man who was almost a spitting image of Rahkaze came out of the bathroom and joined Revan in the kitchen, wearing a polo shirt and a pair of khakis. Although his skin was light brown, his dark hair had natural gray highlights, and he had emerald green eyes.

He even spoke in a slight Arabic accent, “I’m surprised she didn’t run off sooner…”

She was happy to see her loving husband as this puts a smile on her face, “You do realize you can’t use what we had discovered against her, darling…”

“Oh, it’s not even worth the headache anymore, my sexy turtledove,” Rigby wraps his arms around Revan’s waist, pulling her in for a hug as he kisses her.

Rigby is pretty much the same age as Revan. He was also born and raised in London, England, along with Revan. He was always supportive of Revan being the ‘Memento’ and never minded her being this strong costumed hero. In a way, Rigby found it very appealing when he found out for himself. Like his youngest son, he is also a genius who has the same IQ as him. Graduating young, he took a mentorship in his family’s company, Zayne Industries. At a time, he even acted as Revan’s Oracle, the same position that Sylvia has right now with Mordechai, him being Memento Dark.

Holding his stunning wife in his arms, Rigby couldn’t resist giving her some Eskimo kisses as well, “You know, to have Shane go off on you about ‘the world is so fucked up and cold’ was kind of hilarious… It’s precisely what Eichner wants in a first-class stooge…” Rigby pointed out.

“Culprit or the victim? It makes you wonder what kind of secrets she has kept for all of those years…” Revan pondered.

Rigby wasn’t really stunned by Revan’s interest in Jocelyn’s medical case, “You are serious about helping her?”

“I’m not Lady Memento anymore, thank goodness…” Revan kisses Rigby as he lets go of the embrace.

Heading to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, she reflected on her past glory, “I kind of grew out of it long before I was ever ‘exposed’ to the world. It was enough for me, darling…”

“Her days are numbered, Rev. That old sin-eater is going slaughter J.J. like a pig and bake her in a cake. And I say whatever. Live and let go, but that’s just me…” Rigby suggested.

Closing the door with her hips, Revan opens the bottle of water, “I need to find out for myself just how ‘bad’ it was back then…” She reflected.

“Bad enough… You don’t need her to validate that… Clearly, she is in a great deal in pain…” Rigby stated.

“Still… I want to see it through her own eyes. She’ll come back… She doesn’t have a choice…” Revan reassured with a frown on her face.

Her husband sees him and comforts her, “Let’s hope so…” Rigby agrees to give her a gentle kiss on the lips.

Sadly, Revan wasn’t there to help her countrymen in the darkest days five years ago. She felt like she let them down in a way, even though it was not her fault. Still, she felt responsible. She heard all the horror stories from all the victims that she had worked with over the years. Those who had PTSD and chronic depression, she heard all their horrific stories.

It was nothing but pure providence that the Crucis Sentinels and her own family came together and stop this madness that would have been widespread throughout the world. Still, it wasn’t enough. She read all the tell-all books, watched the TV documents, and even done a couple of interviews with the world leaders who were there.

There were two people who she needed to hear it from, and one of them was or maybe is her new patient. It’s only a matter of time before Jocelyn opens up in which he does, she will be one step closer to finding the truth of what really happened.