Once Upon a Time, when a young doctoral student was at a medical conference, she was spied by an old man, one who had loved and lost, and knew the sorrow and the joy of both. And who, in her, a young beauty in her twenties, saw the light of joy, intelligence and hope. And something more. Something deeper. Time was a thing he saw, often, and in her, he saw a schism and a resonance, once he could feel, which seemed to call to him, both in the now, and in a future he could not yet see.
And so it was, truly, that one evening, when she was at the local coffee shop, trying to study and ignore the loud students a few tables over, that said man came by her table, spotted the text she was reading and spoke.
"Excuse me, miss, but is that a first edition of Donovan's Treatise on Spatially-Based Common and Uncommon Maladies of the Lymph System?" For the man happened to have been a healer and a doctor of sorts, in his own way, for a very long time. and knowing this, he was as interested in it as he was in her... well, almost. he was dressed finely, and one might think he was a guest lecturer at the medical conference, or perhaps something else, similar.
Merlin and Beverly Crusher - Song as Old as Time
And so it was, truly, that one evening, when she was at the local coffee shop, trying to study and ignore the loud students a few tables over, that said man came by her table, spotted the text she was reading and spoke.
"Excuse me, miss, but is that a first edition of Donovan's Treatise on Spatially-Based Common and Uncommon Maladies of the Lymph System?" For the man happened to have been a healer and a doctor of sorts, in his own way, for a very long time. and knowing this, he was as interested in it as he was in her... well, almost. he was dressed finely, and one might think he was a guest lecturer at the medical conference, or perhaps something else, similar.