Observing how quickly he responded, "No, Dad, not in the lease, it was just my observation."
Train pondered on his words and then suggested, "Then, if that is the case, I believe it's time you give away all Dalia's clothes that have been packed up for so long."
Hearing Torren's outburst, Train just stands still, "Now you are talking madness, I design all her clothes myself."
Train realised he wasn't ready to let go of Dalia's memories, and he didn't want to force him. With that in mind, Train quietly left the study.
Torren heard his dad's voice saying, "I know, son, but what are you keeping it for? There are people like Miss Wayman wearing outdated clothes and having no idea where their next meal is coming from. And you have a heap of beautiful clothes just rotting away."
"Dad, please stop that, it reminds me of my love for Dalia. Is that too hard for everyone to understand?" Torren felt his heart was tightening, only wanting to get rid of her belongings.
"Torren, it has already been two years, don't you think it is time to let go and move on?"
Torren's heart grieved hearing those words, "I will, Dad, I just need some more time, that's all."
"Well, son, I just hope it is not another two years?"
Angry with his dad for saying those words, "Do you have to say it with such remorse, Dad?" Torren turned around only to realise that he was all alone.
Fear fills his heart, seeing that there was no one in the study with him. "So whose voice was I hearing, and who was I speaking to? When did I start hearing voices again? I had only turned my back, looking at the flower garden. When he told me to give away Dalia's clothes. Was I so lost in my thoughts that I lost track of time?'
Recalling how Miss Wayman was attending to the roses on Sunday. 'Oh God, I feel like I am losing my mind once more.'
When the clock bangs three. "Dear God, was I standing by the window for an hour and a half, was I daydreaming?"
Stepping away from the window and seeing Liz, Torren asks, "Liz, how long did Dad leave the study?"
Liz was a bit afraid of the young Master's behaviour, so she avoided him as much as possible. Responding to him quickly, "Sir, your Dad has been resting for about an hour now."
Whispering to himself, "I have only been home a week now. What is wrong with me? Miss Wayman said in times of confusion, when I feel I am going out of my mind. All I need to do is just call Lord Jesus' name for help."
Unable to understand what was real from what was an illusion. Torren slowly walks up to his room. He sits at the edge of his bed, closing his eyes as he prays. "Oh Lord Jesus, please help me, I don't want to lose my mind again. I don't want to return to the hospital, so please help me."
With his eyes still closed, he felt as though the room was closing in on him. Unable to sit still any longer, Torren sprints on his feet and rushes through the door and out of the house into the rose garden.
Unable to say for how long he keeps calling on the Lord to help him. "Help me! Lord Jesus, please, I beg You." feeling someone hugging him, "Oh Lord, I am scared."
The soothing voice said, "There's no need to be scared, Torren. Now take some deep breaths."
Sensing his anger and how confused he looked, "Were you hearing voices in your head again, Torren?" Afraid to answer after what just occurred.
Shawney sees when he just nods. "Then listen only to my voice."
Feeling confused, he said, "How can I miss Wayman when there are so many other voices in my head?"
Seeing the way he looks frightened and confused, "Okay, Torren, can you see my face?" When he shakes his head.
Hearing her laugh, "Well, I suppose not, with your eyes closed, how can you?"
From his tone of voice, he had calmed down a little, "I am hearing your voice, though."
Smiling, Shawney responded, "That is a good sign, so I know for a certainty that your mind is not playing tricks on you. Now, can you bend your head a little forward?"
When he dipped his head, her soothing voice said, "Very good?" Kissing his lips, then asking, "Are you still scared, Torren?"
"Not so much, but it is still a bit confusing in my mind," Shawney observed how tightly his eyes were shut.
Shawney also noticed how frustrated he was, together with his confusion. "Okay Torren, try and relax, can you feel me still hugging you?"
"Yes, yes. I can," feeling his embrace tighten a bit around her waist.
Shawney rested her head against his chest and whispered only for him, "Torren, do you still think you are daydreaming, or is it real?"
Kissing her head, Torren replies, "I don't know anymore. You told me you would come for the weekend."
Hearing her chuckles, which makes him more relaxed, when she responded, "That's not true, you invited me for the weekend." With her head still resting on his chest, she could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat, "Thump...Thump, thump."
With Shawney's pleasant scent, Torren felt his mind calming gradually. Considering her question, he said, "Yes, yes, I remembered, but today is only Friday."
"So when does the weekend begin, and what is the date today, Torren?"
Being conscious of the date, because of his clinic appointment, "It's Friday, 14th February."