Robin contacts a new hypnotist

Robin jumped right back into his work, forcing himself to get his attention off his chest and on to his laptop. In between attempting to get in contact with the hospital, he had been doing his best to contact anyone that might be able to help fix the damage that Bloodstone had done to John. With Bloodstone himself being a dead end, he looked for others in his line of work. His searching had led him to contact a variety of other hypnotists in hopes that they could knock some sense back into John but it hadn't been going well. Due to the ridiculous nature of the situation he had found himself in, most people reasonably assumed he was attempting to prank them. A few patient hypnotherapists calmly explained that hypnosis didn't work the way he was describing but that they would be willing to schedule a session to assess his own mental health. The rest were clearly cons that would be more than willing to grift someone that sounded as **** as he was.

Though his searching had been fruitless, he refused to give up on helping his friend. Instead of continuing to blindly look for a random person that might have the abilities he needed, he returned back to thoughts of Bloodstone. It took time before Robin had been able to track down usable information, such as his the guy's birth name, but he made strides over the week. He called places where he had performed his starting gigs, figured out where he went to school, and eventually got in contact with a classmate that ended up pointing Robin in the direction that he needed. Armed with the last piece of information he needed, he made a phone call.

“Hello?” an elderly woman answered.

Taking a deep breath, “Hi, I'm looking for Betty Payton. Is this the right number?”

Her voice wavered as she spoke, “Could you speak up, please? I'm in the middle of replacing the battery of my hearing aid.”

He repeated a bit louder, “I'm looking for Betty Payton.”

“This is Betty. Can I help you?”

“I hope so...Did you mentor a man by the name Eugene Milton in the study of hypnosis?” he asked hopefully.

“What's that?”

Robin raised his voice. “Did you mentor Eugene Milton?”

“Milk Carton?”

“EUGENE. MILTON.” Robin's frustration rising.

“Eugene Milton? Oh, I mentored him in hypnosis,” she explained.

Robin nearly jumped for joy, “Great! My name is Robin and I could use your help.”

“What?”

“MY NAME IS ROBIN AND I COULD USE YOUR HELP!”

“How can I help you, Robin?”

“EUGENE HYPNOTISED MY FRIEND, JOHN. HE THINKS I'M HIS GIRLFRIEND NOW.”

“John's Girlfriend?”

“THAT'S RIGHT. CAN YOU UNDO HYPNOSIS?”

“I taught Eugene everything he knows!” she said proudly.

“SO YOU CAN HELP ME?”

“I'd love to help Eugene's grandchild. Just give me a time and a place.”

Robin didn't bother to explain that he wasn't related to the hypnotist, and instead just had her write down his address. He made sure to have her read it back just to be safe before agreeing to have her come visit him that night.