Marissa had been playing Minion Rush all day. She'd bought a lot of costumes and stuff. All her weapons and gadgets were maxed out. She had switched position over a dozen times that day. Finally she'd found a position she was comfortable in. She laid on her bed with her stomach pressed against it. Again her tongue was stuck out as she played. Suddenly she felt something...small and hard press against her chest. She paused her game. She'd been feeling something all day as she shifted position. It felt small. She decided to see what it was this time. Her myPod was placed down, and she sat up digging down her shirt for the small object, when she felt something small and metal touch it. She grabbed the trinket, and pulled it out of her shirt. As she did so, she felt a metal chain rub against her neck. She realized this must be a necklace...She opened her hand, and inside was a golden heart. It was about an inch long and an inch tall. She stared at the locket in the palm of her hand. It was then Marissa could see that the heart was closed but split in half. On the side there was a small button. She pushed it, and the locket opened up. She was a bit confused to find no picture in it. Perhaps this wasn't from Mother...perhaps.

"That's odd," Marissa said, "maybe Mother didn't give this to me. But...if Mother didn't...who did?"

She decided it'd be best if she kept this locket a secret.

Phineas slowly opened his eyes. His vision took a little bit to clear up, but this room was unfamiliar to him...The walls were brown, the chair was comfortable, but he recognized instantly what was going on. He started to shake as he came into eye contact with Doctor Hanslo. Hanslo gave a kind but concerned smile to Phineas as he shook. Now that his eyes were open, Hanslo could see poor Phineas hadn't slept very well the past few days. He could also see the poor child's fever from where he was sitting. There were also dark circles under his eyes. Clearly Phineas wasn't healthy right now. Hopefully this session would help convince him Marissa was a figment of his imagination, and she didn't exist, nor did he need to worry about her so much. Phineas shook in his chair, staring at the psychiatrist the way a deer does at an oncoming vehicle on the highway at night.

"Phineas, my name is Doctor Patrick Hanslo, but you can call me Patrick if you want. Would you prefer to call me Patrick?" Hanslo gestured to Phineas who nodded the slightest bit, "Okay, so we don't even need to think of each other as psychiatrist and patient. We can think of each other as friends. Is that alright?"

"I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work," Phineas replied in terror, "I...I won't forget Marissa. You can't make me...NOBODY can! Not even you!"

"Calm down, Phineas, it's alright," Hanslo said kindly and calmly, "it's okay, Phineas. I won't do that to you. We can take baby steps. I mean...we hardly know each other. Why don't you tell me what's been bugging you lately."

Phineas remained silent for about five minutes. He didn't know if Doctor Hanslo was being sincerely nice to him, or just trying to butter him up so that he could make Phineas forget Marissa. The uncertainty of all that's happened in the past few days: where was Marissa? Why did nobody remember her? Was she alright? What was happening to her? Is she truly real? Was Doctor Hanslo going to force him to forget her? The uncertainty gave Phineas a slight mygrane. He held his head between his hands in pain. Hanslo had seen much like this, but usually it was an anxiety attack or something mentally hurting. Technically it was a mental attack. However Phineas acted as though somebody was torturing his mind.

"Phineas," Hanslo said ready to embrace the boy or pick him up should he have to, "calm down. Nobody is hurting you. I just wanna talk to you. Is that alright with you?"

Phineas stopped racking his brain, and he stared up at Hanslo's eyes. He felt slightly less intimidated. Yet he also felt a little more intimidated at the same time. Hanslo sat down once again into his chair. Phineas just got comfy and looked away because he didn't want this. He didn't want to trust this guy…

"Tell me about this Marissa girl, Phineas," Hanslo said.

"You won't believe me," Phineas replied, "Nobody does. Why should you be any different?"

"How can I when you won't trust me?"

Phineas hesitated, but then nodded, "Marissa is...my older sister, but younger than Candace. She wears a pink t-shirt, black skirt, pink socks that go just below the knee, black mary-jane shoes, and black glasses. She has a pencil neck just like Candace, but her hair is shorter and light brown instead of orange."

"Wow, you seem to know exactly what she looks like. How about how she is?"

"She is really nice and kind. She's clingy, but I don't really care. She's also really protective of me, and knows everything there is about me."

"Wow, is there anything you don't know about her?"

"Whether she's alright or not...that's the only thing I don't know about her now. Nobody believes me about her. I saw it with my own eyes. She was being carried away by some strange person and taken into a black car with blacked out windows. The weird thing is nobody remembers her...and everything about her existence seems to be disappearing."

Hanslo took notes of Phineas. He'd seen a lot of kids that know their imaginary friends by heart, especially if it was their favorite. Although...he'd never had someone describe what colors they wear. Phineas' imagination was quite big for a boy his age. After all, most children grow out of their imaginary friends quite earlier than ten.

"Now, Phineas, was there ever a time where your sister wasn't there for you?"

"Marissa's always been there for me."

"I mean your sister, Candace. Was there ever a time where she wasn't there for you?"

"Well...a couple...okay a lot."

"Okay, and when did this Marissa show up?"

"She's always been there. She held me when I was a baby."

Okay...that's weird, he's never had a patient that imagined a friend as a baby...perhaps...no...she can't be real...clearly.

"Phineas, I don't think you're crazy."

"You don't?"

"No, many kids your age go through this. You're obviously a lonely little boy who needs a friend to support you. Your sister isn't there for you, so you created a new one that was always there for you. She means so much and is always there, and so she's become a part of your everyday life. So much that she had become more real to you, and now that you're growing up, you've had some strange hallucination that she's been taken from you. It's your mind's way of making it seem real to ease your c-"

"I KNEW IT! You don't believe me! You're just like everyone else!" Phineas screamed.

"Phineas-"

"No! Leave me alone!" Phineas yelled, and he ran out of the psychiatrist's office and into the streets of Danville, "If I stop thinking about her, then I'll forget her too...I know it…"

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