20 years ago. The study, Murdoch Residence
Carl Murdoch frowned, staring back at the green hopeful eyes of his granddaughter, and he wondered for a moment if he heard her wrong. But knowing the young teen enough, he knew it wasn't a mistake. That yes, she did ask to undergo psychoanalysis Therapy.
"It's a treatment method--" she started to explain when he paused and failed to answer. "Yes, I know what Psychoanalysis is, Darling. But why?" Carl asked, slightly concerned.
"I believe that my fears--" she explained, giving him a knowing look. Yes, he was well aware of her fears. Unexplained. Roots unknown even by them. Her fear of people, strangers, her fear of sleeping alone, her lack of trust.
"..are because of repressed memories." she continued, and he could see where she was heading. What she wanted to ask him, and he felt differently about it. He didn't want her to.