---- The doctor stopped me again. That voice... 1 knew that voice. It was the voice of a young man I knew. I could sense nervousness and perhaps... confirmation? "yvonne... Riverson?" I stopped in my tracks, falling into a trance. Yvonne Riverson. That was a name I hadn't heard in many years. My old name. The one my grandfather gave me. "You'll be something like an archer. Someone who hunts for her own food. Someone who will learn and survive in this world. Your name is Yvonne. Yvonne Riverson." I was taken back to the present, and now I was looking at the doctor. My mind was doing its best to remember who he was, but I couldn't figure out his name. The doctor chuckled and took his mask off, revealing a handsome face underneath. It was like ---- the sun coming out of the horizon, melting away the darkness within my heart. Anthony Grishaw. He was my schoolmate from. junior high to the first year of senior high. He was also my deskmate. Anthony was also the boy who'd never laughed at me while I was still living with my grandfather. He would give me tuition sessions in private and let me copy his homework. He'd also buy me breakfast, and he was the only one who'd come over to my house for dinner. He realized I'd recognized him, and he chuckled. His voice was nice, and then he tried to pinch my cheek just like he did in high school. I moved away without even thinking, and that reminded him that I was still a patient.