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"Where do you fit in with all this", Lawrence asks me. "I first met Carl two weeks ago. He runs a retreat centre with his sister in the mountains above the Fraser valley. A priest from church recomended that I go there for some rest. I mean... what exctly would you like to know?" "Are you comfortable with talking in front of everyone here?" I am thinking that with Carl and Erik, yes, very comfortable. Not sure about Stella and ditto her friend Caspar, who has not said one single word, nor made any effort to participate. Except for not having a phone in his hand he would appear to be exactly like any scowling and miserable fourteen year old boy. Except that Caspar is not fourteen. "When I arrived at the house, it is a huge rambling mansion in the middle of the forest, I lost my memory for seversl hours and couldn't remember my name, nor much else. Then during dinner, we were served a flambé dessert and the fire triggered a childhood memory that I had long suppressed of when I was with my mother as she died in a fiery car crash. I was four at the time. Later that night, Carl helped me recover my name and sense of identity."