"You can take a seat right there, Scootaloo," Doctor Whooves instructed.
Scootaloo did as she was told. The couch she sat on was comfortable, but she knew why that was; it was to get the most open of her feelings out in the open. The room she was in was one fit for a therapy session. "Remind me again why I needed to see another one of you flankholes?"
"Now now, you can calm down with the language. As it turns out, the first stallion was biased towards the orphanage because he used to work there, so I was trusted to take over. Fortunately for you... I am on your side, and they have no idea."
"You're a time-keeper. Why would they choose you?"
Doctor Whooves puffed his chest out as he took his seat across from Scootaloo, sitting in a luxurious chair much like the couch the filly was on. "I'll have you know that I graduated top of my class in psychology! Trust me; I'm qualified. Anyway... why don't we just start and see where you can bring me in terms of your life up until this point?"
Scootaloo rolled her eyes and whipped her hair back. The curve in her hair bounced. "The orphanage has legal ownership of me. Can I go now? That's all you were here to verify. I'm done playing the games you have set up for me."
"Listen. I have no doubt you have trouble believing me, but I really do want to help you - and I can only help you if you help me," the stallion replied, putting his pen in his mouth and his notebook on his lap as he crossed his legs. "Please, miss Scootaloo, give me a chance to get you back to your family."
The orange pegasus sighed. This was what she wanted, yet she was just so skeptical it was true. "Fine, but I want you to make notes of everything."
"Every word?"
"Every word."
