The cuts and scars on his forehead began to increase in number until finally Leo was brought into a stark white room with a lone glass desk and three chairs, one on one side of the desk and two on the other. His mother was already sitting in one of the chairs, twiddling with the fountain pen in her hand, between her index finger and her thumb. The man with the crazy, curly haircut, whose name was Dr. Rijkaard, entered the room with a large stack of papers in his arms. He set them down on the desk in front of Leo’s mother.