Pleasant warm caressed my face through the bus window, as I listened to my favorite tracks on my way to the workplace.

The usual bus routes, the usual workplace, the familiar faces, as always…..since…then. A sudden braking woke me up from my thoughts and made me notice that I have arrived.

Lazily I got off the bus and went to work. When I pushed the front doors open of my office I felt a very familiar feeling, which I haven't felt in a long time. Like someone's watching me. The ringing of my phone distracted my attention, so I did not even care on account of the bad feeling. It was Mark, my fiancé.

"Hello! Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Hi…. What?...No, no I just wanted to tell you that Peter just called, and invited us to the pub for some drinks after work. What should I say?" Oh great, another Peter hang out I thought to myself. I took a deep sigh as my fingers massaged my temples for relief and I just had to remind him of my appointment afternoon.

"You know that I have an appointment after work at Dr. Larson!" I pointed out a bit angrily that he forgot my meeting again.

"Oh…true…..sorry.." After he paused and I instantly knew what were about to come, but before he asked I just smiled for myself and said.

"But you can go by yourself…you're old enough to bear another hangover in one week." I laughed.

"Just go, and take the advantage that I'm not there giving you monologues about drinking too much." I told him, and suddenly my colleagues just rushed into the previously empty office. While I was listening to Mark's cheers, I just gave them a big nod as a greeting, and slowly I walked to my desk, sat down and said my goodbye's to him.

"Don't tell me he is going out with Peter again!" I heard behind my back. I didn't have to look back to know who it was.

"But yes…Sandra…he is…, but I don't mind."- I admitted to my best friend, and favorite colleague. An involuntary smile spread across my face as I remembered why I was so eager to see my therapist. Suddenly like she knew what's got my attention she smiled widely for me.

"So it is the end?" she asked. I just simply nodded and laughed at her happy reaction.

"It is the final treatment, before I become legally healthy, and don't have to go to my psychologist unless I am about to meet some UFO next day. " I barked out laughing. But that laugh was not sincere, and as I have noticed that I just lifted my green eyes to met Sandra's knowing one's, and she reached my hand on my desk and gently squeezed it. I pulled my hair bun out of my auburn hair so that my long, wavy locks hid my face as well as my tears.

" I know how hard it was for you living in a hospital room for years." She told me quietly. She was one of the few people , who knows exactly what happened with me when I was very young, and had a very bad, wild, imaginary life. It wasn't that bad when I was just a little kid, but as I got older I still had daydreams about a certain world which was not real.

"But it's over now, and your okay! You're going to get married in a few months and having a great life after with that bastard." We both giggled at her compliment for my fiancé. And I know she was right. I have great friends now. Not many, but they accepted me for who I am and what I've been through. And there was Mark. After all he is a kind person who was beside me during the whole recovery since I was 18. He was one of the residents who examined me back at the hospital. We get very close friends and much more after that. A sudden phone ringing get me out of my past memories. Silently I said sorry to Sandra, and picked my phone up.

"Book publishing, it's Lintris!" So my working day is already started.

I was very young only 3 when my grandpa started to telling me bedtime stories of a different world, where dwarves, elves, trolls and so many other creatures lived. But I've never thought that I should end up this way, I thought to myself. Maybe that is why I started to work at a book publisher. After all these years I've never get bored of great stories. But the same cannot be sad about adventures. I used to love to go on adventures, but after the treatment I usually just get along with normal things. Besides, it's just good to have a computable life.

The time passed so quickly that I found myself walking to Dr. Larson's office, smiling and almost feeling free. I eagerly stepped into the waiting room, but haven't got the time to sit down, while the receptionist called my name and told me to get in the office, but I have to wait fo a few minutes while the doctor is on his way. It was weird going in someone's office without the person who owns it, but I just shrugged my shoulders and got in. I hung up my spring coat and bag, and sat down on the same sofa as always with my back to the door. Lazily I just looked around one last time to say my mental goodbyes to the details of this office when I heard the door opened.

"Hello Dr. Larson, I'm looking forward for our last meeting, as…." I started to said and I turned my back to face him unless it was someone I haven't expected. As my gaze locked with his I froze, and couldn't believe my own eyes. My mind become blurry with long lost emotions and fears. I couldn't tear my eyes off of him so he took the opportunity and got closer.

"Hello my dear!..."He said with a shaking voice. "It's been a long time …" Finishing his greetings he just kneeled before me and cupped my face in his old palms, so that I didn't have any other choice now then to look at him. Opening my lashes slightly I slowly met his knowing blue eyes and stared at him. He hasn't changed a bit. He was the same old himself with mischievous eyes, cryptic words, and gray clothes.

"It isn't real." I whispered more for myself than to him, and slowly I pulled his hands away from my face, to stand up and put some distance between us. He didn't dare to talk to me, and I could see deep sorrow in his eyes. I took his silence as a chance to get rid of my sickening thoughts.

"I'm so sorry!" he told me finally. I just looked into those deep blue eyes and laughed hysterically, and started to shake my head.

"No, no ,no…. It can't be true. You're nothing more than a bad memory,…a nightmare." I cried out harshly. He started to getting closer to comfort me, but I held my hand high between us. Seeing this he desperately stared at me.

"Me..a nightmare…No. You know exactly that I am as real such as your are. That the places, the adventures, even your friends were real. …." I started to get to my things and trying to leave this madness, while my mind is working but suddenly he gripped my arm. And that was it I was shaking now, and tears started to fill my eyes, as I lifted my miserable gaze to meet his. He looked at me with those examining blue eyes, and tried to find something that's probably not longer there.

"He needs you!..." Gandalf told me as I take a deep breath.