She shook her head. "No, I don't remember anything. I just... lose time. All I have left is the drawing. And it's not always the future... sometimes it's the present, which is why I was too late this time." Abby sighed, "I never know what it is, so I'm probably late a lot."
What he said about still having issues, but dealing with them was something she'd heard before. One of the people at the hospital, the one who ran group, didn't work at the place really. She was a volunteer. She always talked about learning to deal with or work with your problems. At the time Abby was so foggy that she'd barely comprehended what was going on around her, much less advice.
His joke cracked a smile. "I know it's not true... And yea, I'm sure Dr. Anderson will want me to talk about them." Abby didn't think there was much to read into dreaming about being back at the hospital strapped to a bed.
She felt her stomach gurgle a little. "You said you had food too?" Abby asked, rubbing her belly. "I think I'm hungry."