I was looking at all three of them. And there was no answer. The Man and the Doctor were talking among themselves while The lady was looking at me kindly. It was not that I cared much about one night, but if it was something that has left me in this state I wanted to know
'Hmmm I see' The Doctor started walking towards me again. He was holding a pen in his hand and tapping it on the chart in his hand. He halted in the middle of the room, and then turned towards the Man.
'It might be trauma of the day. It sometimes happens that our brain erases the part of the time which we are not mentally prepared for. I have seen it happening a lot of times' He smiled while glancing at my direction.
'It might come back to you when something from that night will strike to you again. You don't have to
