Rochester knew that Dr Morgan was coming over to talk to him about what needed to be done before he could fit his prosthetic. He had mixed feelings about the visit. Of course, he desperately wanted the prosthetic, and it would have capabilities far beyond anything he ever could have dreamed of. But the surgery to get there? It set his teeth on his, made his head spin, and his stomach sick. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't let someone cut him to pieces again. It already haunted his dreams, the memory of it refusing to fade. The fire had been nothing compared to what had come afterwards.
There was a knock of the door, and Pointer barked and then ran to his master, the noise of it snapping Rochester back to the present situation. Although he knew how to navigate to his own door by now, he did accept the dogs help. Pointer didn't have a harness in the apartment, but would stay close and keep him on the right path to open the door.
He got there, taking maybe a tiny bit longer than a sighted person, and opened the door. He knew someone was there, and since he knew who was coming over he could make a good assumption. "Good afternoon. Dr Morgan?" he confirmed.