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Hello, fellow abductees,

It has come to my attention that a number of you do not like Dr. Sweets. I did not like him either when I first met him, so this is understandable.

In an effort to help strengthen his standing within the community, I am requesting that you please state if you do or do not like Dr. Sweets, and why. Please also respond if you are indifferent on him, as more data will allow me to form a more complete and accurate conclusion.

Thank you for your assistance.

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[Poor Lance?]

You must be one of his scientist friends.

[Lucky Lance c: If luck were a real thing.]

Yes. Dr. Temperance Brennan. I am a forensic anthropologist.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Brennan. I'm Adam Parrish. I work at the clinic.

Nice to meet you. What do you do at the clinic, Mr. Parrish?

I just help out. Clean, organize. Do basic first aid if no one is available. I'm not a doctor or anything.

Those are important tasks, especially in such a small, understaffed, undersupplied clinic with little if any technology and medication available.

[She's actually trying to be nice.]

All doctors begin somewhere. I began dissecting dead animals when I was in high school.

[That is the least offensive of her experiments growing up, probably.]

[He appreciates it! After all, that's not an inaccurate description of the clinic.]

We did a couple dissections in my high school science classes.

[Though maybe she just... did them on her own?]

They were pretty interesting.

[What a good teenager, so much more reasonable than some of the grown adults Brennan is used to dealing with.]

As part of our curriculum, my science classes also required us to perform dissections for a grade.

[In all the schools she went to between ages 15 and 17, the two years she was in the foster care system, this was the case.]

In the school I graduated from, I befriended the janitor, and he would give the dead animals he found so I could dissect and study them.

[That's not weird at all, right.]

That was nice of him.

[Weird, though. Pretty weird. But she is a doctor now, though, so... he guesses it worked out. If someone does something like that, you figure they'll turn into either a doctor or a serial killer, after all.]

I wouldn't think there would be enough dead animals laying around on campus for that.

Yes, he was very nice, even though my classmates thought he was creepy.

He did not find many that frequently, despite the abundance of small animals in the forest nearby.

[She is probably not making it any better, but she doesn't realize that. She probably never will. Sorry, Adam.]

[It's okay. It's not like he doesn't know plenty of creepy people all on his own.]

It sounds like you were pretty dedicated.

Yes. To science. To asking questions and finding answers.

[And to making up for the way she'd left things with her mother the last time they spoke.]

Do you intend to become a doctor?

Those are pretty noble goals.

And I'm not sure. I didn't consider it much before, but I've learned a lot helping out at the clinic.

Do you think so? To me they are just the end result of curiosity.

Well, it is an area you now possess some knowledge in. What did you consider before?

Engineering, maybe. Or law. I like facts, and I like solving problems.

[Brennan approves.]

I have a very good friend who has a degree in mechanical engineering. He is an excellent problem solver and one of the people I trust most. I also know a federal prosecutor who is quite intimidating despite her small stature. Either of those would be very good career choices. Of course, I am inclined to encourage you toward engineering, but that is a wholly biased opinion.

It doesn't make much different while I'm here. I can't pursue either. Still, I don't mind outside opinions from someone familiar with either field. Though I guess I won't really remember when I get home.

[She is about to point out that Zack has shown her just how many ways mechanical engineering can be useful when she reads the last part.]

What do you mean? How do you know you will not remember when you return home?

I went home once. Here, I was gone for just a few days, but it was nearly a month back home. I didn't remember anything while I was there.

That is fascinating.

I find I am uncertain whether to offer you condolences for not remembering this city while you were home.

I don't think it was either good or bad, necessarily. It's just what happened. I didn't remember the bad things, but I didn't remember the good one either. It's... odd to realize something like that was just taken away from you.

I see. That is good to know.

[And... kind of sad.]

Thank you for sharing this information.

You're welcome. Maybe it'll come in handy.

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