"There's a technique that can be perform on Sydney to attempt to recover her first memory of the Bunny." She said, "however we must inform you of the risks, it's not safe to reside in old memories. If we were to perform this ritual we'd do so with great caution, with the quickness since there's a chance that if she goes too deep into her thoughts,we run the risk of losing her entirely to her past."

"Not to deep," she repeated. "Not too long".

Memories, no matter how gratifying and insightful are the past.

My mother nodded.

"With that being said, is there anything we need to know?"

By the way my mothers head titled unconditioned she didn't understand exactly what the lady was asking. Or she didn't have an appropriate answer, either way she agreed that this would be helpful.

"Okay we'll get everything set up and we'll begin."

They never specified how much they were willing to know about someone they don't know. How deep was too deep. How much truth they're actually willing to know about me. This, whether they admit it or not was Judgement Day.