Crane had gotten his office ready, and dressed in a professional suit, as he killed time. He'd been about to go get Ashley when the knock came.

He allowed the 'patient' inside. "Have a seat and we can begin," Crane waved his hand at the couch.

His office was sparsely decorated, with just a few paintings of admittedly eerie subject matter. Such as a painting of a cemetery or dead trees that looked like long fingers ready to grab someone. He had more textbooks in here, as well as his diplomas hanging on the wall behind his desk.