The therapist looked over the drawings,"Mhm. . .", she put the picture of the Ninja, Witch, Skeleton and Astronaut.
"Which would you say, scares you the most?"
. . .
Theodore pointed to the Skeleton, which made sense as that drawings as mutated to a very distributing depiction of a Skeleton; Theodore was certainly an artist.
"And. . . Which one are you, less scared of?"
Theodore looked between them.
"The. . . Ninja."
He nods, taking notes.
"Okay. . . Does the Ninja make you feel safe and or, less scared?"
"I. . . Complicated. . . On the one hand, they feel trustworthy but. . . Not at the same time."
"Okay, Okay. . ."
. . .
"And these dreams, where do they usually take place?"
"Dad's. . . Workplace, or- Weather Station."
His voice cracked a little, his leg twitched and he fumbled with the pen.
"I see. . . And this drawing here, we've been seeing a few times."
The Therapist held up one picture that stood out, a complete shadow like figure with white eyes.
"This here, what's this?"
"I. . . I dunno. . . It sometimes appears in my dreams, chases me. . . Or. . . Transforms into one of the monsters. . ."
. . .
He took more notes.

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"Break."
Robert and Adelle looked up,"Okay; So progress is slow, but we are getting somewhere. . .", he pinned the drawings to the corkboard as an officer stood by it,"The drawings are definitely changing, what started off as people in costumes, they've morphed into monsters and mutated.", the officer nods,"So potentially our attackers were people in those costumes.", The Therapist nods,"Yes, and possibly judging from how he feels towards them between the Skeleton Monster and The Ninja, we could have an idea who did more damage.", the officer writes that down, looking at the parents,"We'll do everything we can.", "Thank you. . .", Adelle held Robert's hand, The Therapist handed her some paper,"There are many ways to help Theodore with the nightmares, activities before bed and to improve sleep.", Robert nods.

~

On the way home, Robert picked up a few things and Adelle took Theodore to get something for himself and Lisa.

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"Lisa?"
She closed her diary, Theodore outside her door, she opened it,"Hey. . . You feeling okay?", Theodore nods,"A little, Dad said I might need a crutch to help with my limp for a while. . .", Lisa nods, that hurt a lot to know how hurt he was physically and mentally.
He held up a bag of marshmallows,"I got you something on the way back.", Lisa smiled, taking it,"Thank you and, you go rest your leg.", Theodore nods, Lisa closing the door with a sigh and sat on her bed.
She needed to get the keys to The Weather.