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immediately jumps into the car looking very at ease in the driver’s seat.
    “Kyle,” the doctor leans down, looking him straight in the eye, “I need to speak to Miss Petrova privately for a minute, if you don’t mind?”
    Kyle raises both hands in the air in the universal sign of surrender and grins. It pains me to see Kyle’s smile on Adam’s face.
    “Whatever you say, Doc, you’re the boss.”
    “Oh, and Kyle,” Dr Sheldon adds, “Miss Petrova will be driving.” Kyle clicks his tongue in annoyance but moves across to the passenger seat, his long legs getting caught up in the gear stick. We walk a short distance away.
    “Is this okay?” I whisper frantically as soon as we are out of earshot. “I’m not sure; I don’t even know if it’s allowed? Aargh!” I smother my face in my hands, stifling a scream of frustration.
    “ It’s okay, Paige, it’s good,” he soothes. “Kyle is obviously comfortable enough to go with you and that’s a good thing. Possibly he finds you familiar through your connection to Adam.” I look up at him, wondering how any of this could possibly be a good thing. “You must remember that Adam is not a prisoner here. He stays here voluntarily most days, but he could just as easily reside elsewhere and come in for his sessions provided that he was monitored closely. He’s not dangerous. He’s Adam. And the others are just that: Others; not criminals, not serial killers, just other people. You need to get to know all four identities if you are to fully understand the man you are dealing with. And hopefully,” he pats my shoulder reassuringly and smiles kindly, “hopefully one day soon it will just be you and Adam. Isn’t that why you’re here?”
    I nod and head back to the car feeling only slightly more confident.
    “Where should we go?” I ask Kyle and he grins. 
    “I’m easy,” he replies and I laugh, partly because he is funny and partly because of the nervous hysteria that I have been experiencing on and off since the moment Carl Sheldon walked through my door. Whatever the reason I feel better already. 
    “Yes, but I don’t live here in New York,” I reply, by way of explanation. “I’m from L.A.” He ponders that for a minute and then takes charge, directing me while intermittently whistling strains of The Beach Boys California Girls. We soon arrive at an upmarket apartment block and Kyle indicates that I should park in the underground lot. 
    “They serve the best coffee here.” He opens the door and gestures for me to go first. We are on the ground floor and there is a small deli close to the pool. He is right; the coffee is fantastic. 
    “How did you find this place?” I muse out loud.
    “I live here,” Kyle answers, as if that were obvious.
    “What?” I blink at him, looking around, although for what exactly I am not sure; possibly a sign that says 'Kyle’s Room'. I smile at the thought.
    “You live here?” I ask again, my curiosity piqued. If Kyle lives here then Adam lives here. I am suddenly desperate to see Adam’s home; the one that he would have decorated himself, however badly.
    “Can I see your place?” I ask Kyle automatically.
    “No,” his answer is curt and almost rude.
    “Why?” I splutter, slightly shocked.
    “Because, I don’t know you,” he answers, speaking to me as if I’m retarded. “It’s my house.  Respect my privacy, will you? The Doc might want me to spend time with you and I’ll go along with the Doc, but don’t think that because Adam has some pussy-whipped thing for you, that you have some sort of claim on me.” 
    I reel; taken completely aback. For the first time I realise that Doctor Sheldon is right; there are not four versions of Adam inhabiting this body; there are four completely individual people with their own personalities. And so far this one does not like me very much. Great start, Paige .
    Kyle, however, seems to realise that he may have been slightly over-aggressive and he relaxes