Oh the possibilities....

The office was lit by a solitary window, cut squarely into six window panes. Light softly flooded onto the desk illuminating a recently shined nameplate. Carved neatly through the gold, etched the thirteen black letters that read a name; harsh and precise, ending with a period. Dr.Sarah Walker. James read the name again. Dr Sarah Walker, period. The chair behind the desk wore nothing but a scarf, draped neatly over the back, waiting for it's owner. A voice from behind. "You can sit on the chair or the couch."