ISAAC

"Hello, did someone say something?" I said in the direction the voice came from. Usually when Zach woke up, I would just roam his conscience without seeing another person, which were memories or projections. This was a person. "Hello?" The girl giggled.

"You have to find me first!" she yelled with a slightly crazed voice.

"Where…," a ticket flew into my hand. "Is this your doing?" she giggled again.

"It'll be fun! Let's go to the circus!" exclaimed an echoing voice, it was the same girl's voice. Is she even really here? I thought. Or Zach's imagination?

"Neither." she said from behind me. "Hi, i'm Vanessa." The girl was a few inches shorter, with long hair and a dress. She was just an outline of the actual person, though I could see her purple eyes.

"Isaac. Zach hasn't meet you before, so who are you? What are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I shook my head. "Were both apart of someone."

"You mean your someone else…entirely?"

"Yup." she said nonchalantly. "I'm hers."

"Her?"

"You'll see soon. They all will."

"I'm not understanding, why are you in Zach's head, first of all?"

"I'm not sure on that one, but you'll find out at the circus, where it happened." the word circus began to echo across the air between her voice and a man's deep, hoarse voice.

"Wait, who's they? And what circus?"

"Just bring your ticket," she said as she walked off. "and everything will be fine, just follow the red."

Zach

"And then?" asked Dr. Tovar, who was anxious to leave. Another strange thing he never did before.

"And then a ticket appeared into my hand. It was blue on one side, and red the other. We- I…I never went to a circus."

"I see, i'll come back to you on that during the next session."

"Okay, be sure to be calm during your next patient."

"What do you mean?" he said in a cautious tone. He was nervous about something.

"Your obviously scared or anxious to help them, I was just saying to take it easy."

"Oh," he relaxed. "Thank you, i'm sorry if I worried you. I had the nurse order some food from the restaurant across the street. Your favorite." After every session he always got me something to eat rather than the shitty sandwiches and frozen vegetables the worthless excuses of chefs here cook. I was always appreciated it.

"Thanks, who is your next patient anyway?" He stiffened.

"A-another person who has your condition," he said shakily. He always was firm with his speech. "Except her personality has retreated into he sub conscience, and whatever caused the distress has left them both scared to death about almost everything." he sighed. I didn't know what he was going through with this one but his eyes watered.

"If you want I could talk to her. Maybe she's scared about the other."

"Other?"

"Yeah the other personality. Maybe she's scared about what the other did."

"No, the personality appeared after," another sigh. "after an event that led her to be scared. Don't worry about it." I tried to say something, but I knew better. He could be stubborn with things, but when he said not to do something or no, he meant it. we then walked out into the hallway where the other patients's doors were.

"I'll head to the cafeteria then, see you Dr. Tovar."

"You know, just call me Jack."