Daniel had gotten a call from one of the orderlies, actually, about one of his patients. Zowie Bowie. He had yet to actually meet with her since his arrival, though he was scheduled to have a session with her later this week, but apparently the orderly felt that her behavior warranted his immediate attention. She was wandering about the halls half naked again. This was, from what he had been told, a fairly common occurrence, and one that had been addressed many, many times, but without success.
So he had made a decision when he got the phone call. Instead of asking the orderly to collect her and bring her to his office, he decided to go retriever her on his own, and he got the orderly to clue him in on her last known location so he could track her from there. She wasn't all that hard to find. And after about five minutes of looking for her, Daniel came across her in the hallway peering out one of the windows.
The resemblance struck him almost immediately. She looked a great deal like his daughter, his darling Clarissa, the very light of his existence. It took his by surprise, took the breath out of him for a moment and he simply stood there, watching her, in awe of how incredibly similar she looked. But she wasn't his daughter. And he knew that. So he pushed those thoughts aside and cleared his throat before speaking her name softly, "Zowie?"