The patient shared.
The patient shared some more.
Then the winged-creature arrived.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it climb the sofa while my anxiety-ridden patient remembered a salient childhood memory, a clinical breakthrough.
I watched the bat inch behind her as the patient moved toward a resolution of a problem that had been haunting her for over a decade.
Thinking that the bat was a good omen, I kept silent as it rested on the middle shelf of my bookcase feeling quite proud of himself.